Obed is ten years old. He likes hacking into apps and coding. He lives the Bronx in New York, and he has a younger brother.
“To burn and harm / And scorch my arm / In its bright, bright, light.”
Ultraviolet
Ultraviolet,
Is so violent,
That I well can see,
Why it’s meant to be:
To burn and harm,
And scorch my arm,
In its bright, bright, light.
Infrared
Infrared,
Is a dread,
Because it’s invisible,
And I wish it were visible,
But there are reasons,
Like the seasons,
Why it shouldn’t be seen,
Because its gleam (A bright red beam),
Is too bright for us to handle.
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