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Oct 2015
The first time I saw a tree,
I was amazed at how big it was, until
I saw how the leaves drew shadow pictures;
then I realized there was more to it

The first time I saw the night,
I wondered where the sun was hiding, until
I saw the stars and how my father loved them;
then I realized there was more to it

The first time I saw the ocean,
I wondered if the sky began at the end, until
I saw ships come back from the horizon;
then I realized there was more to it

The first time I saw a person sick,
I wondered if they would ever get well, until
I saw them smile though their ribs hurt;
then I realized there was more to it

The first time I heard strange sounds,
I ran because the way people looked at us, until
I learned my family spoke another language;
then I realized there was more to it

The first time I saw someone different,
I didn't understand why he was dreaming, until
I saw the hate in another man's eyes;
then I realized there was more to it

The first time I saw a bomb,
I was glad we had won the war, until
I saw the barren land and broken refugees;
then I realized there was more to it

The first time I saw a picture of a cross,
I was shocked a man was nailed to it, until
it was revealed why he did not save himself;
then I realized there was more to it
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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   Sasha Paulona
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