RIC

RIC

What am I?

The gleam within the dream

The ear within the song

The germ within the seed

The eye within the storm

I don't hang around long

A touch of a brain-breeze

A glimpse of a bee's knee

A thought on the wing

A firefly's glow

I make a small light wherever I go

I can come in the sun

I can come in the rain

I can come when you're

Simply gazing from a train

I unlock your creation

My name? Idea

R - According to the poem, what does an idea always make wherever it goes?

I - What is the poet implying in the line 'I don't hang around long'?

C - Why do you think the poet decided to reveal the answer to the poem at the end?

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