I am one with mystery

As I watch my outer self

Walk onward to the

Smallest white flower by

The trees as the water

Drips from the tip of the

Leaves you will see a circle

Of light in the forest

And find an inner calm of

Peace and breathe in truth.

I understand how when I am

confused that the mystery of

me is the world in my mind

made of love and peace.

By Haley, 12th grade

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