What you hear or what you see

Is not always what it seems.

Surprises come and go

Just like dreams.

They can be as steady

As a summer stream.

Or They can show up

As often as a lightening beam.

You never know when they arrive

But when they do, surprise, surprise.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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