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I am a powerful, majestic beast. I stand on a mountaintop, overlooking a barren landscape scarred by the wounds of history. I let out a thunderous roar, and my voice echoes across the land, carrying the weight of my words: "The appalling silence and indifference of the people who sit around and say, "It's the past. Move on." or "I was not affected. I don't care." is just one of the main reasons injustice prevails." I spread my wings, casting a shadow over the desolate landscape, and my voice grows more intense: "For every voice that remains silent, a thousand injustices continue to thrive. For every heart that remains indifferent, a thousand cries for help go unheeded. The past may be behind us, but its shadows continue to haunt the present, and its wounds continue to bleed." I raise my scorpion tail, its stinger glistening with a fierce, venomous light: "We must not turn a blind eye to the injustices that have been committed. We mus...

Against the weathered bark so rough and worn, Where time has carved its stories deep and stark, Sweet blossoms burst like whispers of the dawn— Pale petals bright against the somber dark. The trunk stands scarred by seasons, storms, and years,  Its surface mapped with furrows, splits, and age, Yet from this harsh foundation life appears: Soft flowers, writing hope on winter's page. How beauty finds a way through rugged ground, Where gentle blooms on twisted branches grow— A testament that grace can still be found In places where the hardest winds may blow. The contrast speaks of nature's endless art: From weathered wood springs forth the tender heart.

The sky ignites in amber fire, While trees in copper robes aspire To match the heavens' painted glow— A masterpiece both high and low. Below, the quiet street winds home Through nature's gilded autumn dome, Where every leaf's a burning coal And sunset warms the evening soul. The ordinary world transforms In light that heals and light that warms, As day surrenders to the night In one last burst of golden light.