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Sitting still, peacefully silent
Awakened abruptly, harsh and violent
Ripples sinking, until as before,
The water is still, moving no more.
The movement is gone before your eyes,
A mirage you think a mask, a guise
How could something so explosive and wild
Turn back into something so tranquil and mild?
Ever transforming, ever deceiving
One minute calm, next minute heaving
Quiet like cats, loud like thunder
Full of life, beauty and wonder
By Caroline Nattinger
8th Grade
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