View them as you,
So naive, delicate,
Handle with care,
Very sensitive,
Innocent in its way,
A new bud surfaces,
A touch of it may
end their opportunity
to live and enjoy
Life in the universe.
The adults duty,
Nurture those buds,
Mold the innocent brain,
to grow like a shining great,
someday in their years,
they will put you a monument
Place in their vessels
As they sailed in widest ocean
Of life ahead. Certain facts,
These naive wonders today,
Will be the greatest wise,
In their laurels of excellence,
from the time they whistle
their triumph with you.
You're an inspirer to these
little learners in your field-
Your students.
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yeah. I agree! From little children can come out a great history maker who copies not other stories to be his story but who makes his own story in life to be himself.