oxygen, water
warmth of the sun
the breeze as it whistles
the night as it comes
slow down to focus
pay attention to see
the depths of pure sight
strength within me
they cry and the hollar
their voices, they scream
they laugh and they whisper
tell secrets and sing
they play and they argue
blow whistles and fight
they are all that I love
with all of my might
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