America, Stand Tall

A flag waving roughly in the wind.
Snapping with each breeze.
Resounding a whip-like echo.

Tears of joy spill at the sight of red, white, and blue.
Man and woman look at each other with smiles white as snow.

A child, naive and young,
lets out a joyous coo.
The trees sway
as if the feeling of proudness
pushes gravity to an ultimate low.

America whispers to the nation
As they congregate as one.
To remind them,
They live in the nation
That is number one.

Freedom is not lacking,
Neither is love
Because the Unites States
Will always be the last tree,
Standing amongst the shrubs.

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