Orbiting the Sun, as though it were a ring

Summer then autumn, winter and spring

Opposites exist, as in day and night

The tilting of the Earth, now gives way to light



Of the inner planets, are we relatively near?

Orbiting Earth around the Sun in a year

Complexities of life, numerous reasons

Varying sunlight does create the seasons



Tilt towards the Sun, daylight will appear

A period of summer for that hemisphere

Lush green landscapes and longer days

Outdoor games in the sunshine rays



Shorter days of autumn, increased rain to fill

Leaves with less production of chlorophyll

Artistic shades of yellow, brown and red

Temperatures fallen, withered flower head



Chilly winter season, birds off to migrate

Bearing longer nights, animals hibernate

Trees losing leaves, dormant to survive

Incubated eggs, for winter has arrived



Such a joy in spring, fresh daises to pick

Wonders of new life, the hatching of a chick

Animals emerging, formation align

Plants burst into flower, ever so divine



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One of the five senses, tell me what you hear

Picking up of sounds, directly from the ear

A great deal of listening, noises all around

Approaching from a distance, I can hear a sound



I can hear a siren, I hear a bouncing ball

I hear a loud football crash against the wall

I hear the sound of paper, torn so carefully

I hear a crunching apple bitten gracefully



Detecting sound waves, in the open air

They cannot be seen, but they are still there

Patterns of the sound waves, dogs are howling

High upon the tree branch, I hear a bird sing



A message through my ears, sent towards my brain

I know what I am hearing, the splattering of rain

Different types of animals, distinct shaped ears

Some can hear clearer when a noise appears



Even with my eyes closed, I can hear a squeak

I can hear the footsteps, yet without a peek

Looking inside you will find the eardrum

Noise creates vibration, louder than a hum



A louder sound brings a larger vibration

Good listening deemed for a quiet narration

Sounds high and low, near or far

There goes the sound of a very fast car



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Yet a tiny fraction, there is so much more

Such a prominent universe to explore

Numerous galaxies, planets and stars

Orbiting the Sun above just like Mars



Saturn has a ring, others have a moon

Planets filled with gas like a hot balloon

Travelling in light years, so far away

Yet our solar system is a vast array



Looking through my telescope, planets to see

Looking out for Jupiter and Mercury

There is icy Pluto further from the Sun

My curious journey has just begun



The strong pull of gravity, keeping into place

The days, months and years, yet moving at a pace

Fascinating satellites, informative machine

Launching of the space crafts, places never seen

  

If I were an astronaut, how would I feel?

Adapting to space food, a dried and sealed meal

Travelling on mission, in the atmosphere

Witnessing diameters that I can but revere



On that day however, was my teacher playing tricks

Looking through the glasses, viewing the eclipse

Yet the Milky Way has a spiral twist

Looking from our planet, where current life exists



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Deep into the rainforest, a struggle to survive

From insects to leaved trees, wanting all to thrive

The habitat of animals, species all around

Living things a-plenty, crawling on the ground



The four main layers play a different role

The bio-diversity forms part of the whole

The dark forest floor and the understory

Shorter plants existing, many bugs to see



The vibrant middle layer, yet forms the canopy

Climbing the emergent, just like a monkey

The strong plant materials, helps to build a home

For people of the Amazon, food that has been grown



Tropical regions, Equator ever near

A moderate climate, giant trees are here

Forests on a mountain, misty all around

Coated in a moss, such an eerie surround



North and South America and Oceania

Asia and Europe, as well as Africa

There’s a cycle of life, yet deforestation

Affects the homes of animals for plantation



Removing ecosystems, can cause erosion

Droughts as well as flooding, less cohesion

The modern ways of man affects vegetation

Contributing to a silent devastation



Replanting, recycling, assisting with crops

Steps of preservation quench like raindrops

The precious seeds and life, of which can be found

Yet, it’s not too late to turn this world around



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Peace be still, strike thy pose

Epitome of eloquence, footsteps of the queen

Pearls of wisdom, solemn portrait

Position thy hat, attend to thy shirt, that of satin, that of lace

Family ties, adornment to each

All is well with thee, obedience calls – o’ child be seen, be not heard

Be seated; be still, thou shalt not be disturbed

Workhouses – be deterred, apprentice house preferred

Sacrificial morning, make way to the pit

A revolution of demand, provisions of coal, of iron, of copper, deposits of old

What sayeth thee?  We shall supply!

As pitheads wind, so miners grind

Seek and follow, tunnels be low – passages of the great

Toil dawneth on me, forty winks be yearned

As we flock to the town

Of craftsmen, of blacksmiths, tailors assist

Technology equips, shoe last o’ stiff

Fine fettles are thee, inventions surpass

Full steam ahead!  Country be lead.

Of sheets, of rolls, printing amass

Fortunes be stirred, households back to back

Our cast-iron range, warmth to thy home

Fresh statuses arise, relieve former ties

Ambition abound, middle class be found

Boil water on the range, afore we bath

Of fresh produce, of luscious game, black pudding o’ delight

Shilling be spent, fill up thy churn

Horses’ clod on cobbled streets, ploughed fields, farmer’s relief

Leg thy narrow boat, steam locomotive, cut short thy duration

Better to tow, canal bank astride

The Victorian age, of history, of pride



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Twas the flames of the night, that caused such a fright

In the great and vibrant city

Merchants arranged, at the Royal Exchange

Yet events to unfold struck pity



Rich noblemen and proud women

Strolling by the River Thames

No time to tarry, new goods to carry

Both silk and spice were gems



Projected below, dark streets narrow

Houses aligned together

O’ tinder dry, would not defy

The elements of the weather



Flames would not wane, on Pudding Lane

John Farynor’s baker’s shop

As the flames took hold, his scared household

Climbed to the nearest roof top

  

As watchmen saw, the sudden roar

Citizens ‘playing for keeps’

Abandon thy home, leave well alone

The diary of Samuel Pepys



With morning anew, it did continue

Warehouse of the riverside

An acrid stench, o’ would not quench

The smoke of which to override



Black clouds be seen, o’ King intervene

Equip your soldiers and band

A decision to take, for a ‘fire-break’

A guinea press into thy hand



With energy spent, make way to the tent

Creations upon Moorfields

Yet to discover, new ways to recover

Bring forth new trade and yields



New plans for when, thy Charles and Wren

Construct and build, be willing

The worthy meets, brought straighter streets

Provide thee with a shilling



We can but climb, as we define

The new magnificent

Brick homes no fall, yet standing tall

The commemorate monument



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A powerful hunter, of varied species

Watchfully gazing, they perch on high

Eyesight of excellence, strong hooked beak

Awaiting your prey, vultures, a splendid relation

Incredible wingspan, as they take flight

Found near water, perched on feathered legs

Fish a-plenty, hunting ground

Boot, harpy, snake, fish and sea

Of four divisions so they belong

Rainforests, deserts, coasts thy be found

Of almost every habitat

Foraging for food

Make way to the nest

Eyries of the ledge, frequently of the trees

Align thy grass, twigs and leaves

Display a valid courtship

Allocate thy mate

Somersault with might and weight

Protect thine eggs, chicks will hatch

Be guarded, vulnerability be aware

Return thy food, to motherly shelter

Protect from snakes, ravens, racoons

Promote survival, train thy young

Eagle calls across thy territory

Attention thus occupied

With wings outstretched

Take thy stand



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