Poem -

little explorer.

Birds flying by,

"what is it like?"

" wish is could fly too!"

whistling together a magical tune,
The sunshine,
over powering the moon,

"wonder what its like up high in the sky?"

A lawnmower over yonder,

"what's that noise i hear, with my tiny ear?"

My mind in blissful wondering,
The sound of distant cars,
Heading to and throw,

"Wonder where there off to?
will i ever know?",

The air a slight chill,
I zip my jacket up tight,
All sense's wide awake,
The sound of rain,
As the heavens open,
Little pitter-pattering sounds,
As every drop,
hits the ground beneath,

"where does the rain come from?"

Ants run for cover,
Carrying food they've found,

"How wonderful life must be,
Beneath the ground",

So small but never unfound,
Tiny dirt piles they create,
A splendid sight to see,

"wow miny mountains to climb"

Life is full of beautiful creatures,
Creating memories,

"Take a look around sometime,
You will see,
what i see",

I run for cover,
The rain is pouring down,
It doesn't stop me smiling,
At the joys that i have found,
I take my tiny boots off,
And come in from the rain,

"Can wait until tomorrow,
To explore the world again",

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Ravindra Kumar

Piquant words are the following :-

"Life is full of beautiful creatures,

Creating memories,"

Love,

Ravindra Kumar

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