The cradle of children's poetry

cradle

The blue sky is the cradle, shaking the little stars,

White clouds floated gently, and the little star fell asleep.

The sea is the cradle, rocking the small fish,

The waves turned gently and the fish fell asleep.

The garden is the cradle, shaking the young flowers,

The wind blew gently and the little flower fell asleep.

The mother's hand is the cradle, rocking the baby,

The baby fell asleep singing softly.

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