School Prompt: Write a poem on yourself.

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I was an orange on an orange tree

when two oranges fell, one after another.

I am still that orange

that stays within the leaves

of that same tree.

And I live on,

carrying those fruits' seeds.

I am the small bird soaring with others

and surrounded with the music of the wind.

I help others catch prey

and push them forward.

But I fly alone in my mind,

overcoming predators and confronting humans.

I am the forgotten bucket of water,

holding water from the dripping roof,

clean or dirty.

I await the day that I am released

from the limitations of my bucket.

So I can help more

and prevent others from suffering.

But most of all,

I am from the great pine tree

nurtured by those who care.

I hang on the branches with peers,

working hard to survive and succeed.

I am from the hateful worms

and the loveable butterflies.

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I really like this. It's me in a nutshell.