When I first saw the dark of nightI knew who I was.I was another shardOf my birthstone.

I was the king of curiosity.I was a bitter one with danger.I was a monkey going tree to treeAnd the “Ouch!”When I fell out of a bush.I tossed and turned to get upAnd I climbed out of the bush.

Then a few years later,I move away too sad to say,“Will we go back and have fun?”“Yes,” says my mom, “Some day…but not for long.”