Instincts

I know summers coming,
I can tell.
The leaves are green, it's warmer.
People change.
That's how I know a new school year is coming.
The chairs squeak, and teachers talk.
People shiver.
That's how I know winter is coming.
Snow falls, and ponds freeze.
People start leaving for trips.
That's how I know spring break is coming.
People brag about all the cool trips there going on.
I can only tell because my instinct tell me.
I always wonder what it would be like without them.
Imagine if you couldn't hear, or see.
Imagine if you couldn't feel, or smell.
Imagine if you couldn't taste.


 
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A Sports Person

VT

16 years old

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