Nature
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Wilson Huang, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2017
As a river is seemingly a pouring maze,
That spreads its delicacy to its terrain,
Then huge logs with heads sprung to existence,
Along with dozed beings softly wheezing underneath.
But then in a sudden, clamorous voices were heard,
Their monstrous machines charging at the defenceless logs,
Perspiring its gas like poison to the flowing stream,
With screeching creatures scattering swiftly.
Now the landscape is nothing but full of crummy prisms,
That trampled all of the brightness beam,
And it provokes a sense of disappointment on my insides,
Altering me to strive and revive back the nature.