Tiny Humans
Tiny Humans
Running, jumping, climbing.
Taking in the world.
Drinking it up
Like dry deserts in the rainy season.
Open minds.
Searching for knowledge.
Every experience brings wonder.
Every smile understanding.
Little souls.
Moulded by what we pour into them.
Love? Hate?
Yes... Love.
We will fill them with love.
This poem is about:
My community