Wednesday, January 19, 2011




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 







As he comes to a stop


He watches the wonders


Small shiny rocks


With treasures inside


Rows and rows of trees


The fire breaks free


And up in the sky


Is a strong sun


Lighting and burning


Till can’t look no more


And up ahead it starts to explode


Magic spreads all over


And he as a bird watches this all


All beauty of the world



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