A boy filled with the joy of living.
Drops his school bag on the floor,
Puts his coat and shoes on the table.
He put his mask there too.
He put the dog barking in the morning,
The fog on the hill, he put that￼ there too.
On the table the boy put his feelings.
Is he Happy? Sad? Joyful? Angry? Disgusted? Feared?￼￼￼
He put the smell of the flowers he got for his mum‘s birthday.
He put his mum and dad on the table too.
The table was getting overloaded,
But it stood strong strong￼￼￼￼.
He continued putting stuff on the table…