A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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You knew he had arrived

Before you knew he was there.

Like a royal fanfare,

He was announced long before he appeared.

The room sparks with new energy

That you didn’t know was missing –

As lightening generates life,

And he is the inventor.

You all can’t help but glance

And even though you may not look for long

You all feel the change and destruction

That’s left behind like a plague

When he departs.

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