Thursday, September 1, 2011

Water cycle Poem

The sun is hot
The temperature is high
So the water fly
To the blue high sky.

When it in the sky
The temperature is low
So the water is cold
And it froze
To form a cloud.

When it is to crowded
And fall from the cloud
We say it aloud
Rain from the cloud.

When it hit the mountain
It run off to underground or river
Then it starts over
And over again...

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