It Speaks to Me

May 3, 2009
By Kristiana Reed SILVER, Running Springs, California
Kristiana Reed SILVER, Running Springs, California
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I look up at the sky, and start to wonder why,
Why it has to be this way.
The sky, so vast, so free
It speaks to me

It feuds not with the birds
It never argues a word
It just sits there so vast, so free,
The sky, it speaks to me

And though I’m stuck down on the ground,
When I look up at the sky feel not a pound,
Not a fight or sound,
The sky, it speaks to me



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