
By Beverly Greene
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The stars will twinkle again tonight
in the dark blanket we call the sky.
The clouds will still roll
and the wind will still blow.
The trees will tower
and the flowers will sprout.
The grass will continue to grow
and someone will just mow it down.
The leaves will make a journey
to the ground to die
and the snow will come again.
Eventually, it will melt away
and the cycle begins anew, again.
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