In playgrounds wide, their laughter rings,
Where swings soar high on playful wings.
With sandy feet and hearts so free,
They chase the sun, a jubilee.
In classrooms small, their minds ignite,
With questions bold and dreams in flight.
Curious eyes, a world they see,
In books they find infinity.
In gardens green, their hands embrace,
The earth's soft touch, a tender space.
They plant tomorrow's hopeful seeds,
Where love and wonder intercede.
In every smile and every tear,
In every hug and whispered cheer,
Their spirits shine, forever young,
In childhood's song, where hearts are strong.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Poets
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