January 10, 2009
By Jessica Lippe, Central Point, OR

No little power
That comes from a flower
Stronger than a breeze
Tickling the trees
Stranger than why
There’s such a blue sky
More often around
Than dirt on the ground
Swifter than a fox
More solid than rocks
Gentler than grass
Compared to mountains, more mass
Never leaves,
Unlike leaves
Much more fun
Than a day in the sun
Much more might
Than the darkest night
Oh, don’t you see?
It’s the power in me!

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