On a gloomy winter day,
She looked out the window only to say:
â€œThe leaves are so pretty!â€
But at the time my thoughts were kind of shi__,
So I looked at the leaves; they were dead and brittle.
Perhaps, thatâ€™s why He said â€œBring the children to me,
You should be small such as these.â€
And thatâ€™s why we canâ€™t forget what it means to be little.