Dia Chatterjee - Seesaw

High and low, low and high!
A seesaw looks up at the sky!
Low and high, high and low!
The seesaw kisses earth’s brow.

Up in the air, the clouds in snare,
Tummies tickle with much fanfare!
Low on ground, the dusty mound,
Little messengers of love around!

High and low, low and high!
Tiny fingers thrum the sky!
Low and high, high and low!
Singing the giggles as they go.

Dia Chatterjee

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