It's Not the End

It seems like only yesterday.
It was fourth grade,
The first time we met.
I know it was fourth grade,
A grade I won't,
And cannot forget.
People were kind when I was new,
Helped each other,
Throughout middle school.
With every personality
came a story.
Each one unfinished.
Compassion, honesty, and love,
stamped out drama.
Just for an instance,
We were like Jacob and Esau.
At times butt heads.
In the end grew strong.
Now graduation day is here.
So we move on.
Why no signs of fear?
And aegis amigos we are
Aware of time,
Ruled by moving stars.
Predestined by God who molds us
In any form.
Through change he shows us
It's natural to shed some tears now.
Water is cleansing,
And knowledge is found.
Plants that start to wither crave it.
Water saves them
Advice it comes with.
It is an element of life,
With dark comes light.
Minds become sounder.
Now we go our separate ways.
This chapter ends.
Time to make amends.
Remember it is not the end.
Ciao, my sisters!
We will meet again.

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