and on...

and on, and on, and on they go,

flourshing in the breeze,

they come but they never stay they always fly away.

some will cough and others will sneeze,

some will just go... they will go.

They will go on and on and on and on.....

some will find an end

some may end up in their mothers den

others will stray,

away to the farms hay.

But never will they stay they will only go.

They will only go on and on and on and on.

To find a future where they belong.

This poem is about: 
My community


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