I used to live in a small house and I thought the world was small and round, made of pale blue shell. I was happy living there, but eventually, I moved to a little nest. I thought the world was made of straw and that my mother took care of it.
One day, I decided to leave the nest and see what else was out there. I flew beyond the tree and saw that the world was actually made of leaves. I had been so wrong about the world before. As I flew further and further, I saw more and more new things, and eventually, I wasn’t sure how the world was made. None of my neighbors seemed to know either.
Credits
Emilie Poulsson was an American author and educator, best known for her children's poetry and finger-play verses in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Bird Thoughts reflects her gift for giving young readers a perspective — here, literally a bird's-eye view — that gently mirrors the experience of growing up and questioning the world around you.
