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Wind

The gentle breeze,
The silent whispers,
The freest thing of all natures,
It pushes on through times of war,
It pushes on through times of disease,
It pushes on through times of famine,
While we are weak it pushes strong,
While we are strong it pushes stronger,
While we are still it keeps fighting,
It is the silent cry of hope,
It is the silent cry of joy,
It is a gentle gust,
And a fierce flurry,
It is the wind.

--Ricardo H., 3rd-6th Grade