I am a pansy
You know me from your garden
My Father is the water
My Mother is the soil
I was born from a seed in the dirt
I live there even now
My best friend is the sun
We like to stare at each other al day
My enemy is the cold
Because it ends my life
I fear the end will come
For I love life as it is
But the best part of my life is
I will eventually grow
-Nicholas W. 6th Grade
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