My World Comes Alive
By Becca Brown
My world comes alive,
When pom-poms hanging from rope
Is a forest of willow trees.
My world comes alive,
When an old tennis racquet
Is a guitar to strum tunes.
My world comes alive,
When a cardboard box
Shoots me to the stars.
My world comes alive,
When I can feel
That life is more
When I believe.
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