I see the world in its beauty
Others see me in fear


I see the world in its grace
Others see me and sneer


Something calls me out
A shriek, a scream, a screech


It's beckoning for help
Someone willing to teach


It knows of my ways
It seeks to learn them


Like an apprentice
Yearns to sew a hem


The current changes 
Its direction switching 


Surely to swiftly
No more incessant itching


Now that it knows 
My daughter, my son, my nephew and niece


The demons are gone now
And the world can be at its peace

This poem is about: 
Our world


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