Light by Dacey-Faye Howe

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The world doesn’t seem as cold

As the sun first shown

The colors are much more bold

As what’s black turns to gold

All fear seems to melt away

At the first light of day

The snow will melt away

Flowers will pop up everyday

The flowers will grow towards the sun

Children will run outside and have great fun

Once again the sun will set

But I do not fret

For tomorrow the sun will rise

And the bright colors will fill my eyes.