Look to the sky. What do you see?
A happy cloud, saying hello. High above me.
To the cloud, you are but a boy. But, what joy you have seeing the cloud as your toy.
A toy to enjoy. But not a thing to break.
Kindness to that around you. Look, boy, don't break.
To look is to see, be wise, not a flea. Don't jump too high you may scrape your knee.
Steadfast, boy, is the game to play. Playtime is a fun time. The time is to play.
A lesson today. Remember it well. Tomorrow is a new day with teachings to tell.
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James Green
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