Graduation Day
To: the senior class of 2018,
The time had come for all birds to leave the nest
Everyone wished us the best
As we set off to fly,
we hoped we would soar
and not hit the floor.
Our mothers and fathers urged us on,
promising we would be grand.
We flapped our wings
and jumped the nest.
The moment of truth came.
As everyone looked on in awe,
waiting for us to reemerge.
Alas they watched us in the sky,
triumphantly we soared.
Autumn Y.
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