Small impact
I'm small.
Too small to make an impact, almost unseen.
The sun beats me with her relentless beams of heat.
The ground beneath me boiling
I do my best,
work hard against the worlds fever.
The fight goes on for hours.
I grow stronger with every passing Moment.
Finally I feel my Impact.
The sun loses its power over me.
The earth beneath me feeling gentler with everything inch I grow.
Reaching my full potential
I won.
Gave everything thing I had.
In my back I feel the defeated sun wandering out of sight.
See you tomorrow sun for our next fight.
This poem is about:
Our world
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