I just turned 5.
For every child that dares to dream and every spark of curiosity within For their bold endeavors in jest and that one kid’s flying quest Persist your passion to build their nest for the world rumbles them in unrest Swivel their failings with your empathy and rivet their pursuits
The Moon still exists dear, Earth’s still blue as rivers cry while the avians still fly. Not a single day goes by when they don’t try, so can you. Notes: This poem was written for the Global Poetry Writing Month. The Day 1 prompt encouraged posting in the
1. Introduce people to RSS readers in an accessible way and link to such an explainer on your /feeds page. Both cases shouldn’t assume people know or understand the term. When introducing people you know to RSS readers, don’t assume how or what they read and consume on
* This quarter I met an 👨🏽🚀, one whose flight I’ve previously written about. 🌏 * I also gave a talk about lunar exploration at a concert space in BLR for Pint of View because let’s be frank the Moon rocks. 🪨 * I picked up a paint brush after two decades, thanks to
