Stone Soup

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Secrets

I hear a secret, whispering to me.
The secret chooses me.
Only me, I am the only one.

Over the valley, past the frosty hilltops
Who knows this untold?
Though tempted to tell, not I.
I will keep this secret,

Till the end of the world
Till the animals go extinct
Till the sun is too hot for snow to hit the ground

I will keep my unrevealed
As far as the Earth is an ocean of trash
No green to be seen

In my heart it will stay
Stay till the world withers away
Forever you will stay.

Analise Braddock
Analise Braddock, 10
Katonah, NY