The Beautiful Things Poem by Emily Howerd
The Beautiful Things
Some day, I will be there watching him sitting on his throne and as I look behind me I saw the trees, the flowers, and even the birds all bow down.
The king will say well down my fathile one, you have run the race and no your home. and I will lay down and feel the warm summer breeze and all will be good.
sadly I am not there and until them I will look up and imgian the wonderful things.
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