If you've tried and have not won, Never stop for trying; All that's good and great is done Just by patient trying. Though young birds, in flying, fall, Still their wings grow stronger, And the next time they can keep Up a little longer. Though the sturdy oak has known Many a wind that bowed her, She has risen again and grown Loftier and prouder. If by easy work you beat, Who the more will prize you? Gaining victory from defeat, That's the test that tries you.
BY Phoebe Gary

Teamwork, teamwork,
Together we can make our dream work. Then we'll share the joy of what we've done, Teamwork, everyone!
It's fun to shoot the basketball through the hoop, But if nobody passes then nobody shoots. And the relay race just can't go on, If nobody wants to pass the baton.
We're the parts that make up the whole, And we've got our eyes on a common goal. Sometimes it can be a big plus, When a you or a me becomes an us!

Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle, All through the meadows the horses and cattle: All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles, All by himself and gathering brambles; Here is a tramp who stands and gazes; And there is the green for stringing the daisies! Here is a cart run away in the road Lumping along with man and load; And here is a mill, and there is a river: Each a glimpse and gone for ever!
BY Robert Louis Stevenson

Just a little bit of kindness Can go a long, long way, Just a little bit of tenderness Can brighten up a day. Just a bit of praise where it's deserved Can bring a happy glow, Just a hand held out can give some hope To someone feeling low. A forgiving word, a handshake, A pat upon the head, Can take away a heavy heart And bring a smile instead. Just a little bit of kindness Can go a long, long way In reflecting the benevolence God shows us every day!
BY Alice Joyce Davidson

In a world of paper, a tale unfolds, Where A4 and origami converse, we're told. A4, the carrier of knowledge profound, Lamenting the lack of appreciation found. With letters imprinted, it journeys with care, Yet, overlooked for the arts it does not bear. Saddened by the emphasis on outer appeal, Ignoring the beauty within, the thoughts it conceals. Origami, a petal of six layers grand, A delicate flower crafted by hand. A question arises, how did it transform so? From simple paper to a stunning show. It shares its story, a journey of pain, In order to captivate and never wane. It had to be sliced, divided with strife, Losing its pieces, sacrificing a part of life. To gather attention, it bore the weight, Of agony endured to create its fate. With every fold, strength slipped away, But a mesmerizing beauty came into play. The grass on the other side, it seemed so lush, But every profession carries its own hush. A reminder that pain accompanies each line, And beauty often emerges through the divine. So let us cherish both A4 and origami's plight, Their stories intertwining, day and night. For in the union of knowledge and art's allure, Lies the essence of beauty, profound and pure.
BY Magham Ramu

The little girl looked at the paper snowflake in her hand. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The delicate crystals were arranged in a perfect six- pointed star, and the colours were so vibrant that they seemed to glow in the sunlight. The little girl had made the snowflake herself, and she was very proud of it. She had spent hours folding and cutting, and she had even used some of her mother's glitter to make the colours shine.
The little girl decided to hang the snowflake on her bedroom window. She carefully placed it in the centre of the window, and then she stepped back to admire it. The snowflake looked beautiful against the white snow outside.
The little girl stood there for a long time, just looking at the snowflake. She thought about how each snowflake was unique, and how no two snowflakes were ever the same. She also thought about how the snowflakes were a symbol of winter, and how they always made her feel happy and peaceful.
But the little girl also thought about something else. She thought about how the snowflake was a symbol of hope. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope for a better tomorrow.
The little girl smiled and closed her eyes. She knew that she would never forget this special snowflake. It was a reminder that no matter what life threw her way, she would always have hope.
The next day, the little girl woke up to find that the paper snowflake had disappeared. She looked all over her room, but she couldn't find it. She was starting to get worried when she heard a knock at her window.
The little girl opened the window, and she saw a beautiful snowflake floating in the air. The snowflake landed on her hand, and the little girl smiled. She knew that this was the same snowflake that she had made.
The snowflake spoke to the little girl. "I have come to tell you that your hope is not lost," the snowflake said. "I have been watching over you, and I know that you are a very special girl. You have a kind heart, and you always try to help others. That is why I have come to you."
The little girl was amazed. She had never met a talking snowflake before. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean that you have the power to make a difference in the world," the snowflake said. "You can spread hope and joy to others, and you can make the world a better place."
The little girl was silent for a moment. She thought about what the snowflake had said, and she knew that it was right. She had the power to make a difference in the world, and she was determined to use her power for good.
"Thank you," the little girl said to the snowflake. "I will never forget your words." The snowflake smiled and floated away. The little girl watched as it disappeared into the sky. She knew that she would never forget the talking snowflake, and she knew that she would always remember its words.
The little girl went on to live a long and happy life. She spread hope and joy to others, and she made the world a better place. And she never forgot the talking snowflake and the gift of hope that it had given her.