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By Charlie W
Published 23 June 2021
Flowers bloom and saplings pierce the soil,
like knives of grief pierce my heart.
I watch flowers rise above its decayed brethren
Rivers go in one direction, not resisting,
But flowing peacefully.
In the winter, the river freezes with no animals to warm it
But in the summer the river is pure and warm
Like our hearts and souls
Birds tweet with joy and trees sway side to side
Engulfed in nature and peaceful silence,
I walk on this land,
This safe bubble of warmth,
This is home.