A Review of The Cradle of Poetry

Cradle The blue sky is the cradle, shaking the little star, white clouds floating gently, and the little star fell asleep. The sea is the cradle, rocking the giant salamander, the waves turn gently, and the giant salamander falls asleep. The garden is the cradle, rocking the floret. When the wind blows gently, the floret falls asleep. Mother's hand is the cradle, shaking the baby and singing softly, and the baby is asleep.