03/08/2025
Where muddy hands and sunlit smiles align,
A canvas vast, where childhood’s truths entwine.
No polished floors, no pristine, ordered space,
But earth’s soft touch, a wild and joyful chase.
Let freedom bloom, a wildflower in the breeze,
Where learning dances, rustling through the trees.
In squelching mud, a universe unfolds,
A tapestry of stories, bravely told.
No rigid paths, no lessons neatly bound,
But curious hearts, where wonders can be found.
Each fallen tower, a lesson etched in stone,
Resilience forged, a spirit bravely known.
With eyes alight, and laughter ringing clear,
They paint their world, banishing all fear.
No need for lines, no need for perfect art,
Just open minds, and a brand new, beating heart.
Let questions rise, like birds upon the wing,
Let exploration’s song, forever sweetly sing.
For in the mess, a magic takes its hold,
A love of learning, stories yet untold.
So let them play, with dirt beneath their nails,
Where freedom’s breath, on every breeze prevails.
For in that space, where wild imaginations soar,
They learn to fly, and ask for so much more.
