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The wind is a faint whisper
hovering over the chirping of the birds' song.
All is calm, but heavy mechinery brings the storm of destruction.
Now all is worried for the natural balance is wrong.

The fresh water flow is a tranquil abyss filling the core of hearts now, and forever later.
All is new, but the threat is familar.
Now all is ready to defend for we are the gators,
And this is our swamp!





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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 25, 2010 at 4:32 pm
Sounds like a beautiful place from the descriptions of this wonderful poem. For its sake, I'm glad that people are ready to defend it from other people (people that don't have such a love of nature).
 
Deiyjuan replied...
Aug. 30, 2010 at 10:05 pm
Thank you so much, and I do appreciate nature to the fullest
 
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