Your glory sounds like rushing waters and looks like radiant rainbows.
It sounds like noisy castle play and looks like grinning babies.
It sounds like giddy snow tricks and looks like sopping mittens.
It sounds like chatting over crunching and looks like a colourful fruit plate.
It sounds like devastation over missing a brother and looks like cuddles and a lollipop.
It sounds like a book hitting the bottom stair and looks like a family that is okay with that.
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