This poem is based on the place we call home, Earth. It describes the characteristics of Earth; blessed with "life" but also it suffers the silent plight. This is an original creation and please contact me for copyrights.
The Third Child
In a world of their own,
Playing around their guardian
As they count themselves,
They end up at nine
Younger ones fed with warmth
Elder brothers live with cold
Born out of a boom,
Most of ‘em yet to find a motive inside.
But there’s this lovely young girl
Spinning with full of spirit within
Alas! She can hardly live for long
As she endeavors to find what’s wrong
Time can’t stop, and neither does her fight
To get rid of her plight
Humble and mild
She is The Third Child
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