Episode 51

A child who’s respectful and listens to their elders is like a sapling, Tender and new, reaching for the sun. They bend their branches when the winds blow strong, Learning the wisdom of seasons, where they belong.

Their ears are open, like the leaves of a tree, Catching the rustle of stories, for all to see. They hear the whispers of years that have flown, The seeds of experience, carefully sown.

With gentle nods and eyes that softly gleam, They drink the knowledge, like a flowing stream. For in the voices of those who’ve walked before, Lies a treasure trove, forevermore.