A New Algorithm
One day I got up at the blaze of dawn When the world was washed by a raging storm I walked across the dewy carpet lawn I heard a cuckoo singing a sweet song Butterflies danced around towering trees And my hair fluttered in the cool breeze A burning joy started to flood my heart I sensed a rising of wonders to start I saw a glowing growth of miracles born I saw greater victories after the storm The world was now pattered in a fresh algorithm This was the symphony of the Earth’s new rhythm
Rita F. Kurian
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