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A Home in Vain
From the green grass, To the shining stars and sun, Here is our home. It is our only one.
The flowers cry for help, Once blossoming and lush. Now, asleep. They say, “Remember when I was beautiful and blush?
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The ocean is like a beast, Filled with trash and rage. The fish, angry as a fire, For they are in a plastic cage.
Once a beating heart, Full of birds in the sky, Now full of hurt. Is there still time?
Pattering Rain Are really tears of pain. It is our fault. We have left this land in vain. Payton Kelly ‘25
