Funny how fast the little ones grow,
Years pass like flies in the meadow,
Yet it feels so slow,
Down the hour glass and through sun’s glow.
Step by step,up the tower,
We all want to acquire power,
There’s nothing much to comprehend,
We all want to have our own stance.
Now we see the most absurd things,
Temptations come as sharp as a glance,
We fall again without a chance,
Life keeps hiding its secrets, giving us hope ahead,
Leaving us beyond the deep, as we struggle to get our grips.
Again I say to myself, what could I become?
Someone more than the challenges ahead,
Someone with small palms but bigger dreams,
Reality dawns on me to put effort into becoming,
Little steps with big impacts, doing the best of my abilities.
I am becoming, From a little youngster to a grand Queen.