What It Means To Be Little

On a gloomy winter day,
She looked out the window only to say:
“The leaves are so pretty!”
But at the time my thoughts were kind of shi__,

So I looked at the leaves; they were dead and brittle.
Perhaps, that’s why He said “Bring the children to me,
You should be small such as these.”
And that’s why we can’t forget what it means to be little.

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