The stories I could tell you
The tales of my kind
You don't have to reach
Too far into history to find
Why our hope is too far gone;
My legacy never to continue on,
Your eyes opened too late
And now I lie
In white ashes:
Never to rise again.
In memory of Sudan, the last male White Rhino to ever walk this Earth.
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Tailwind: Poems by a Teenage Naturalist
Poetry🕊️A 2018 Watty's Longlisted Work!🕊️ ...the girl asked the raven how she could fly. The Raven told her it was easy. All she needed was a tailwind to help her heart soar. Flight lets you see the world from a different perspective. My eyes are ope...
