A feather falls, a fox runs near,
The world grows still, so I can hear.
A cry without a spoken word—
The softest plea I’ve ever heard.


I was not born to walk away,
To watch the wild fade to gray.
So let me stand, both bold and true—
The earth has wounds. I’ll be the glue.

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A little bit about the author :

Name : Serenity

Pronouns :  She/Her

Age : —

Location :  Colorado

I write speeches because I am in an Academic decathlon, I really like nature and animals, I like to write poems about them a lot as I sit outside and just look ! 

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