Lori Galambos' 4th Grade Class

When I Am Wise

When I am wise in the rush of birds
I learn a new language.
I bend through the narrow path of life.
I dance and jump with the explosion of weeds.

When I am wise in the sorrow of rain
I STOP and notice better days.
In the ripples of wind
I take a picture with my memory.

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