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On a warm spring day, The wind exhales a cool breeze; He knows the hot spots Up north, at the farm.
The sun’s radiant smile Peeks out through cloudy lips – Giving just enough warmth For us to play.
As I walk outside, I see the leaves full of color; I deeply inhale The scent of horses as they prance Around my grandparents’ farm.
All of a sudden, I hear a dull roar Getting louder with each step. As I turn the corner, A machine jumps out driving crazy.
He knows no patience, Always in a rush — Never listening to Nature And her beautiful songs.
Just listen for a moment – Hear her mellow and uplifting song Of life so pure.
Free of the city’s killing breath, Always breathing a deadly exhale, This is my escape From death, noise, and impatience.
I am free to live and listen – All the secrets are told In patience and calmness, Never in haste and always in honesty.
I am free to tell my secrets To an always listening Nature And free to simply be.
Cierra Adkins is an eleventh-grade student at Central High School in St. Joseph, Mo.
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