My son's Poem

Recently Abdullah wrote a poem as part of his school project.

The poem is attached below:

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I believe that believing is a new sense,
more valuable but less recognizable,
like the heart of an oak flying into thin pieces of air,
or a hummingbird in a dead dull tree.
But once its found, it can do something that never before happened.

When you shine with the opposite color of emotion in the horizon.
flying with glee, but all sadness is what I see,
seeing the crashing pieces of woodchips transform to parchment,
can it be friendly as can be?

impacting people forenoon by forenoon,
and everytime the sky conceals.
This impact is not strong as steel,
but hard as a hammer slashing,

Until there is no end
But what is anything,
without an end.
what is this poem without an end,
here you might get lost,
this is not believing

because this is a sense that cant get you lost,
it can lead you to the very end,
either to a garden of peace,
or the blazing fire of fear,
that’s what you choose.

because believing is a sense not an impact.
A sense that connot be recognized,
like the heart of the oak dazzling across the sky,
or the hummingbird of a dead swaying tree.