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Click! I looked at my camera to see the oak tree I had just taken a picture of. It was beautiful. I loved oak trees. They were a symbol of strength, morale, resistance, and knowledge. Oak trees are mysterious, sacred, and magnificent. They have a rare beauty to them. Everyone sees oak trees throughout their whole life, but they don't actually see them. Here's a poem I want you to think about:
I hope you notice the falling leaves as they hit the ground today, and I hope you learn to smile when you hear the children play.
I hope you look up to the sky and see the clouds up there,
How one shaped like a bird, and the other one a bear.I hope one day you will pick up your heart and put it on display,
And not feel pain or be scared to give it all away.I hope that even when you work you will hum or twirl your pen,
In the end, I truly hope you will fall in love with life again.
YOU ARE READING
The World We Couldn't See
General FictionGo along in Aria's journey to understand her aspects of life and crazy middle school career. (cover picture is not mine)