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OK, reading this there is one thing you have to keep in mind. It was written for school as an acrostic poem (it spells "ecology" going down) so I was very limited trying to write it. I tried to make it as good as I could, but there are only so many words that start with "E" or "Y". Just tell me if there is anything to improve, remembering that it's going to be graded. It needs to have some form of a "gist."
Everything begins when the rains come
Clouds cast twisting shadows on the waiting ground
Old weathered tree watches from the side, scarred by a
Lightning strike long, long ago
Observes silently as generations pass, as
Green fields blossom, wither, and die
Year after year, the old slips away and new life is born in the shadow of a light rain cloud