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I wonder if the trees can hear me
When I scream aloud,
Or if the dandelion screams,
When I pick him out.
There's no telling where life can take us;
One day I'm a blade of grass,
But today I am myself-
Life chooses for me to be me.
Nothing But Love
You may think, at times, that the world is fatal
That all just dies, and drifts, and slowly fades away
That these lives we slave for now,
Mean nothing to the end.
I am here to tell you, little girl inside,
That though you grow outside-
You remain you.
That while others will thrive,