Old Soul
I will walk along the swamps of despair. Green mist swirling with the scent of decay. I will climb the mountains of fear; craggy rocks poking holes in my heart. I will push through the desert of hate; dry winds sucking at my soul. I will soar above emotions that once chained me down, and pave my path with the clouds.
Sky and earth rejoice. The marigolds
bloom in the Field of Hope, looking upwards to the future. Great seas create harmony. Waves crash with rhythm. Honey sunsets melt with the horizon
until they are one. Souls shall be one; with the sky, with the world. All have the strength to soar.
Sydney Kramen, Eighth Grade
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