To see them float across the streams
Eyes follow them till lost in dreams
And then another to follow its trail
But all of them take their own ways.
A wonder to see paper floating on water
A paper that gets stained with just drops of water
Managed to float in a stream of water
A paper that gets displaced by wind
Now helps it steering.
The shape gave an identity preserving its property
Touching just the surface to go with the flow as the wind blows.
Parenting is giving shape preserving the true nature to face the wind and ocean of life.