by Toothpic (12yrs)
(Australia)
As I am whisked away in the breeze,
I think to myself
‘why am I so delicately blowing,
when I am the most powerful?
I with a powerful body?’
As I thought, I realised
‘It is my long, thin arms that are blowing in the wind,
for I am not weak.
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