Echoes of the Wild

In the depths of the forest, amidst the trees so tall,

I found my voice, my rhythm, my call.

The leaves rustled and the birds sang,

Nature's orchestra, my heart rang.

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I raised my voice, in a slam poetry bout,

Words flowed like a river, there was no doubt.

My words painted a picture of the world outside,

The beauty of nature, so vast and wide.

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I spoke of the sun, the moon, the stars,

The mountains, the rivers, and the seas afar.

I spoke of the creatures that roam this land,

The lion, the eagle, the tiny grains of sand.

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My words echoed through the forest,

As if nature herself was impressed.

The trees swayed, the wind danced,

My heart filled with a newfound romance.

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For in nature, I found my muse,

A beauty that cannot be diffused.

In slam poetry, I found my voice,

A powerful tool to make my soul rejoice.

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