Childhood Is Precious
Samikshya Thapalia
New York
In a little seed, there is an unborn flower,
All it wants is to grow and grow until an adult
So days and months pass,
And that little seed grows,
Turns into a seedling,
Into a stem,
Into a bud
Then finally, it turns into a flower
The flower gets what it had wanted all its life,
Although, it was a great struggle for it to survive
It wishes to be a little seed again
However, it was too late,
Eventually, that flower dies
So can humans relate to flowers?
Of course they can,
As children, we want to grow big,
And become like our parents
But we don’t understand how hard it is for them
And everyday is a risk for them,
Not fearing to die, but to lose their jobs
Not being able to feed us
We children shouldn’t rush to become adults,
Cause there is only one you,
Only one life, and one childhood...
So live it out loud and don’t let anything hold you back