Through the storm,
We tend to reform,
As the storm reigns for too long,
We look for peace within us.
Through the rain,
On the muddy grounds,
Dancing, on a rose yard,
Until we step, on a rose thorn.
Under the hot blazing sun,
We travel around, the world for fun,
With Camera clicks, louder than guns,
To save our skin, there's a lot that's done.
While we watch, the waves splash,
On the tough rocks, fearlessly crash,
Kissing our feet, as they go back,
By the Encyclopedia called Nature,
My heart is dragged.
-Natalya Ludwick-
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