A hero is born not from the laurels
Of glory but from crafters’ modest hands.
Observe the maker in steady silence,
Weaving native branches from ancient lands.
The wreath prepared with flexible patience
Is fitted on the brows of another
To celebrate the maker’s creation
Through their representation by others.
by Garret Woo
1/26/2019
The Secret Lantern 
Wow, I love how you ended this with those last two lines. You did a really great job with this! 🙂
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Thank you Cubby!
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