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Our Mother

For the waves the move me,
You seem to soothe me,
For I am but alone
& nothing can compare
Your beauty with no hair
& the agony in which you moan
For we are in sorrow
That there will be no tomorrow
For we are all inside
We are here to make sure
That you, Mother Nature
Can make it out alive...

-- April M., 9th-12th Grade