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.