In Every Child

There’s a gift in every child
That sparks the tame
And calms the wild.

It grows the more it gives,
Though never seen
Some say it lives.

This gift is ever needed
But often lost
Or left unheeded.

It brings green and gold
To the rotten
And overly old.

Gifts are as they do –
Mine is not mine,
Mine is for you.

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