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Blue skies and Starry nights, The mountains stood tall,
The sun sizzles softly, With their own unique features,
The wind and birds and trees, Plants leaping out,
Constructing a theatrical experience like no other. they looked more like whiskers.

A sharp of gust of wind, The famous Ganga river,
I feel shivers down my spine, Loosely sealed,
The tree’s dance and sway, It felt like a dream.
As the breeze accompanies at the coast line.
Slowly as the sun sets,
The chirping of the birds, The silver stars shine and shimmer,
Harmonious and melodic, Left me speechless,
Eloquent as the sound of silence, you stare at the glimmer,
But is that all? I have only just begun, The chirping starts again,
Just a little different,
As we left the camp site, The theatrical experience,
There was so much more, Of nature and its friends.
It left me stunned.
By Roshni Arora (MYP 5)
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