Who are we after all?
Are we what we appear to be or are we a dream?
We are the children of mother earth, she loves us and we no longer know how to love.
Ancient is the deep ocean, pure essence that purifies each drop that I breathe.
Fire ... benefit or destruction ?...
fiery flame that kills us and gives us life.
Air ... where I fly, where I dream and build a thousand wind castles.
And in the end ... Who are we after all?
Wind, tears, fruit, or pain?
We are the glory, lost in small parts, the rebirth from the ashes of death, of pride ...
We are the four elements!
Ana Patricia Dias and Rita Gonçalves
Escola Secundária de Palmela
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