First day you see the planet
It's called birth
In your life you have a soul
One to Nonillion dollars it isn't worth
Life isn't parts it's whole
You can always get hurt
Don't cry because mom is standing tall as pole
Down on the ground you walk on the dirt
On a hot sunny day dad is cooking barbeque on coal
Next year on the 18th of June comes the day of my birth!
--Nirrmanyu S., 3rd-5th Grade
