by Harshita Das aged 12

The world feels grey
When all is lost
Still, hope is determined.
It takes a paintbrush
And allows you to
See the world
In a different light.
It colors the trees
The orchards and gardens
It colors the sky
The birds and clouds
It colors the forests
The animals and insects
It allows you to start again
On a blank canvas

The Poetry Zone

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