The Spark

by Iha aged 11

In a corner of the quiet day,
A tiny thought begins to play.
It twirls like wind, it hums like rain,
It taps a rhythm on your brain.

It grows into a glowing spark,
A lantern shining through the dark.
And suddenly the world feels wide—
A place where dreams and truth collide.

So hold that thought, let wonder stay.
A single spark can light your way.

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