Personal (poetry) composition

Pocoyo

I am a small leaf, with helplessness and sadness.

Little me like a butterfly.

Flying up and down in the wind

The ego leaves my mother.

I wonder where it will drift.

So I prayed for my mother's protection.

So I pray for peace and prosperity.

Little me floating, floating

Drift to a small village

The farmer's uncle was filled with joy.

Man Cang's golden valley.

Little me floating, floating

Drift to the playground of a primary school.

Pupils wear red scarves.

Face the sun with red face.

Little me floating, floating

Drifting to the vegetable market

Grandparents are carrying baskets.

Fruits and vegetables are beaming.

Little me floating, floating

Drift to the training ground

The soldiers went down to the mountain tiger

Full of heroism and high spirits.

Little me floating, floating

Drift to the mountains

The winding forest in the mountains is completely dyed.

The mountain breeze is long and refreshing.

Little me floating, floating

Drift to a big river

The sound of water gurgles.

Sing all the way to the distance

Little me floating, floating

Float back to my mother.

Lying quietly at her feet

Sleep soundly.

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