*wrote this for my 8 year old nephew*
A boat that sails
Through the ups and downs
Of great sea
Has no power but
The way it is made
To never drown in difficulties
We are a boat to sail
In this large sea called world
And we do because
Parents make us so
A mud remains a mud
Until a potter mend its way
To create lovely statues
Of gods that people pray
We are born as mud
Until parents make us
Beautiful structures
That the world looks at
Parents are the stem below the lovely flower
That takes the pain of holding us upright
For the world that only sees
The beauty of a flower
Great writing
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