The Body (What We Are)
Blood rushes through us,
pumped from our life source.
Ever beating to
make us who we are.
Each breath we take
sustains us, bodies
taking care to
see us through each day.
We can think, we
learn, sing, dance, shout.
Making our own choices,
feelings pouring from us.
They help us move through
a world which takes its
shape around us
continually
With us as its heart
Its very own source
of life and what
keeps us going too.
If life and what
we can do with it
Isn't awesome
Then what is??
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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