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Talent Show

The wind is singing,
Don't you hear,
The echo of its music dear?

The trees are juggling,
'neath the sky,
Their fruits and leaves and birds that fly.

The sun is jesting,
With a smile,
Of merry thoughts and jokes not vile.

The waves are dancing,
In the bay,
With jumps and turns and motions gay.

The moon is painting,
'cross the land,
It's silver light on trees and sand.

The lakes are acting,
Out a scene,
With passion and excitement keen.

And with the cirrus up above,
And grass blades down below,
The earth is welcoming you and me,
To its long talent show.

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Ok...so please evaluate my poem. I was going for something sweet that really rolls of the tongue. I also believe that rhyming and light poetry is just as legitimate as dark, introspective, free verse.
Thank you!

-Loptr.