The silent artist
Softly works
With one color only
O'er the sleeping earth
Children awaken
Eyes bright with cheer
Adults awaken
Lost plans, new fears
No escaping our notice
Opinions are made
Masterpiece of wonder
Or canvas of jade?
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How true I do remember those days of excitement, to look through the eyes of a child. How wonderful, somedays I wish I cpuld go back to look as a child.
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