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Something that I cannot see Makes a leaf dance in a tree, Makes my hair fly in my face, Takes the ball for me to chase, here it is and there it goes.... Every time to wind blows!

Presented by-
Amyra
Anay
Samaira

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Appreciation for Hitansh, Aarav and Dishaan

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Appreciation for Hitansh, Aarav and Dishaan

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Awesome presentation ! Confidence and clarity in performance truly appreciated. Keep up the good work!

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Appreciation for Samaira, Amyra and Anay

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Appreciation for Samaira, Amyra and Anay

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Awesome presentation ! Your voice modulation and clarity in speech is truly appreciated! The enactment of the poem and its explanation brilliantly executed! Keep up the good work!

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Room6-Aarav thakur,Sumaiyah,Alika,Vivann Jain and Kruz

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- safaa gubitra , yashica jain, gurbaani walia , adya agarwal

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DO YOU HEAR THE WIND??

Her fingers, quick as thieves
wrap around the winter trees
and rattle brittle leaves.

DO YOU HEAR THE WIND?

She moans the whole night through
crying for her lost companion.
Does she weep for you?

Do you hear the wind????

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ROOM- 1- SAMAIRA SENGUPTA, AMYRA AGARWAL AND ANAY TIKMANY

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ROOM- 1- SAMAIRA SENGUPTA, AMYRA AGARWAL AND ANAY TIKMANY

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Something that I cannot see

Makes a leaf dance in a tree,

Makes my hair fly in my face,

Takes the ball for me to chase,

Here it is and there it goes...

Every time the wind blows!

BY- PATRICIA GABLE

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Room : Room 3
People : Aarna, Aarvi, Dyuti and Saanvi

Poem:
The Wind came out to play one day,
He swept the clouds out of his way.
He blew the leaves and away they flew,
The trees bent low and their branches did too.
The wind blew the great big ships at sea,
The wind blew my kite away from me.

By- An unknown Poet

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Do you hear the Wind?

Do you hear the wind?
Her fingers, quick as theives,
Wrap around the winter trees,
And rattle brittle leaves,
Do you hear the wind?
She moans the whole night
through,
Crying for her lost companion,
Does she weep for you?
Do you hear the wind?

By Laura Purdie Salas