The world isn’t made of atoms and cells,
It’s rather like the music of a life,
Mellow and soothing, calming like bells
It’s a rhythm made of beats called life.
Without life, we have no purpose.
Without life, we have no dream,
For without life, we have no meaning,
Like a raft without a stream.
By Mathew Poulin
Holy Cross School
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