On playgrounds high, with laughter so free,
A little adventurer, a child like me.
Sometimes I stumble, knees meet the ground,
But falling is part of the joy that's around.
With scraped-up elbows and tears that may flow,
I stand up again, letting courage grow.
Like a playful bounce on a trampoline,
Falling and rising, a childhood scene.
Through tumbles and twists, I learn and play,
Brush off the dirt, and continue the day.
Standing up tall, with resilience in stride,
A little adventurer, in life's bumpy ride.
YOU ARE READING
A little star's big dream
PoetryThis is a book that reads as poetry, made for children (and adults). It teaches lessons and shares expierence and guidance. This is my first ever poetry book, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it. ╰────── ༻ ★ ༺ ──────╯
