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