At dusk not dawn, a swan bows his head to Terra.
Soaring his pure wings late, through the darkening skies,
Only one swan faces ten crows - a somber Era!
The crows surround where the wounded lord lies.
Pollution is leading to our demise,
Yet hope is still alive, but the Earth has to rise.
Nature by Baffour Asare Bediako (7R)
Beneath the sky's vast, endless dome, The earth whispers in quiet tone. Through
forests deep and valleys wide, The rivers hum, the mountains glide.
A breeze dances through the trees, Carrying secrets on its ease. Flowers bloom
in colors bright, Kissed by morning’s softest light.
The sun, a painter in the sky, Spreads hues of gold as day draws nigh. The moon,
a watchful silver friend, Guides the stars until the end.
In every leaf, in every stone, The pulse of nature, pure, unknown. A world un-
touched, a breath, a sigh A song that echoes, never shy..
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