Old poem
I was cleaning my Google Drive a couple of days back, and found this poem, which I wrote in VII grade. This doesn't necessarily mean that I write better now. :p That was my first and last attempt at poetry. Here it goes. The plight of Earth Started with a blob of nebula involving thousands of celestial phenomena A gift of God to nature which took long to mature No land no sea only fire I was like this, can you admire? Full of lava and hot matter Which left everything to shatter This continued for millions of years which wet God's eyes with tears His tears were not in vain As he sent them to me in the form of rain As more time progressed my surface got significantly improved It became cooler And contained inorganic minerals as proved by Miller Life in the form of bacteria appeared Followed by which, complex ones emerged And then the grace of God and water made more and more of them to appear Ultimately the most dangerous one came which only ca...