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There is a time when the world will blossom
When a moment turns into a memory
When a bird will reach the sky
Each garden painted with color
A bumble bee reaches a flower
When each strand of grass turns from bitter to bright
The sun dancing on a cloud
Let a butterfly tickle your nose
What a joy to see
The shade of a tree
Watching the world become bright
In your eye.
A Poem by Olwyn Scarbeary A 4th grade project written for Stanley BPS and the Salvation Army
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