White chick

In childhood, like a fluffy, white chick, The vast steppe unfolded, so grand and thick! When I grew up like a mountain, all in my sight, Now it seems a palm's in my memory bright. In the village, it fit right in my hand, While cities raised me, made me understand. Each corner of the world, as I roam and explore, My childhood dreams burned up, wanting more. From my journeys, I gather sweet delight, I’ve wandered the globe, taking in every sight. Yet when I compare it, all feels so small, Next to my village, it doesn’t seem tall. There are wonders unseen, so many to find, The beauty before me, forever entwined. But when I reflect, it’s clear to me now, Nothing compares to my village somehow!