At night,
When all are dark.
I look up,
At the stars.
A twinkle here,
A sparkle there.
Pretty,
Oh pretty stars.
I counted ten,
And got lost.
There are many more,
Lots of stars.
Mother said,
Stars are huge.
But I see tiny,
Tiny stars.
This poem is my way of showing how children appreciates the beauty of nature in a different way than that of adults. A lot of times, in the hustle and bustle of our daily lives, we forget to take things in just the way they are. For instance, we see snow and the knowledge that they are made up of water molecules(or that when it melt, it will form muddy puddles and ruin my shoes) prevents us from appreciating exactly what we see, not what it really is.
By Lady of Scartha
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