Earth is a teapot
Rain is water
Fact this is
So Earth is a tea pot
Without a lid.
The sky is endless
The universe too
And nature is
A special brew.
Snow is milk
Hailstones sugar
But what are humans
I wonder?
We are but graduals
A mixture of diversity
We are what separates
The Coffee,
from the tea.
Sometimes we blow cold
Sometimes we blow hot
On this Planet, Earth
A beautifuly crafted....
Teapot!
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