Wait for it
Kids chase the birds that skyward fly.
One tries for words; but, only smiles.
This kid can't reach the lowest branch,
and drops the balls that others catch.
Another picks pink daisies; petals fall.
One cannot carry mud at all.
The children chase and grasp and guess;
and that is part of learning, yes.
But see, let's wait; the birds return.
And, planting seeds into the earth...
Nothing seems to happen, then
the blossoms come: again, again.
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