Jessica Wright
Grade 7
I am glad I'm not the air
Needing to be appreciated and breathed by everyone
I'm glad I'm not the ground,
Constantly held down by a million feet
and littered with trash
How cool I am not the beast who stampedes over the ground,
Who breaths in air just to turn it into useless carbon dioxide.
I am too quiescent
too stupidly withdrawn to object the stereotypes that label me
But I am the sustainer of balance and tranquility
I am the one that turns carbon dioxide back into air
I am the one that supports and is supported by the ground
I am the one that beast can claw but can't stand on
I am a safe haven for the underestimated
I am the unpresumptuous, humble tree
Touching Heaven's rains
Whispering important little nothings
not understandable to beastly ears
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