listening to the rustling of leaves beneath
and the chatter of little minds, busy at work and play
marvelling at the red hues of the trees
and the violet carpet of some more in the distance
stopping to experience the fragrance of new flowers
and the smell of fresh rain on sandy pathways
tracing the flight of wings amidst lush trees
and the melodies of others in the background
feeling the rush of water across smooth rocks
and the texture of woven thread in ones hands
celebrating every discovery that each little hand makes
and every idea that germinates in each little head
laughing at the utterances of voices finding themselves
and challenging beliefs one did not realise one had
wondering at the limitations of the past
and creating new memories each day, alongside
reflecting on the joy of not having all the answers
and feeling liberated at this discovery
discovering the beauty of imperfection without
and finding that it is equally imperfect within
basking in the knowledge of being enough
and the power of making a difference to little lives
seeking questions unbeknownst to oneself
and finding answers to those one was never taught to ask
wandering along unfamiliar, unexplored trails
and feeling at home always, every day
Vipula