Dang Xiong (October 13th 1994 / USA)
A Helping Hand
The Sun, it showers us in hope and light.
The Stars, they shine for us in the night.
The heat, it gives us warmth and dryness;
As the air gives us our liveliness.
The shouts, can give courage, yet, it can also give sorrow.
Schools, they can be tough, but they help us as we grow.
Life is very fragile, yet, it is a very precious part of us.
Death is a very sorrowful, and very disturbing role of life, usually, it impacts more than one of us.
Help, everyone needs its hand;
Especially if they are stranded on an unknown land.
Go help someone and help them stand,
Who knows when you might need that helping hand.
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