Once inside a jewelled dewdropp I found a shining spark.
Orange rose came with the morning sun and out of the dark.
On the end of a blade of emerald grass the spark glowed.
A warm breeze danced and the course of the glistening sun showed.
Somehow I was enchanted by this little, steadfast spark
And by the glad ways of bright lights that for the earth embark.
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