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!
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