Poems Tiny Little Birds

by: Rosmalin Paulino

It's 8 o'clock on a warm spring morning and you're on your way to the bus. The cool crisp air and foggy morning, All you hear are the birds chirping. The world seemed so big to us when we were young, All we want to do is become older, taller, and smarter.

Now we wish for those tiny little birds to return. Simple and wild, That's how it was Our feet on the grass wet with dew And our minds filled with endless possibilities. We didn't realize it back then, But we were in our golden age We wanted to grow up so fast but look at us now, Yearning for a second more of experiencing childhood.

The time we dreamed of going to high school, graduating, and being an adult Look at us now, the world doesn't seem as colorful and big as it used to be. We hear the quote "live in the present, not in the fast or future"

We never understood it well, But now I look back and learn to cherish the smiles, hugs, and laughter. For you may never know when your body laughs, or when you snort while laughing.

As one of the beloved childhood movic, The Lion King says

" Tomorrow is a mystery Yesterday is history Live today, it's a gift that's why they call it present"