I am not bothered about
My history in which I have
No part at all, but I was sure
That I can make the difference
I didn't try to learn my origin
I don't know my grand family tree.
My story started in my little memory
I went for learning with father nature
A small hill with many many streams,
United together to create lessons.
I couldn't stay there for a long time
And they complained about my absence.
I often got out of the limits and
Wandered around the flowery gardens
Where I got many lessons from frog
Fish, flowers, butterfly and what not?
I observed I learned, I conquered
One by one the art of real learning.
Impressive take on learning about our present life from nature. Nicely penned. : -)
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lessons from fish, frog, flowers and butterfly