Freedom Dance

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Felicia Pichulo writes, FREEDOM DANCEI am dawnThe crisp, sweet smellOf morning strikes likeA sword of day.

FREEDOM DANCEI am dawnThe crisp, sweet smellOf morning strikes likeA sword of day.I am waterThe silver stream flowsThrough the moonlightReflecting on the spiky Pine trees.I am snowThe soft, creamy ballsOf nothing fall fromThe Heavens, forming Invisible angels of snow.I am treesBrown, red, and orangeLeaves fall from the delicateBranches of the maple treesIn the fall.I am FreeI am dawn, water, snow,Trees.