Counting, counting, one by one,
A constant rhythm, never done.
From one to ten, and then again,
A cyclic pattern, a counting chain.

With each number, a descent we make,
Closer to the end with every take.
But fear not, for we're connected too,
A counting family, me and you.

As we count, we also learn,
That some things we can discern.
Whether they're big or whether they're small,
Decidable by counting them all.

And just like a covering of snow,
Our counting can help things to grow.
For by keeping track of what we've got,
We can plan and grow with each small plot.

So let's keep counting, and never stop,
For in each number, there's a lot.
And together we'll continue on,
As our counting journey carries on.

Reflections

1. Why did the girl keep her special items in a treasure box?
2. How do you think the girl felt when she couldn't find her key?
3. What did the girl discover in the forest that she might not have noticed if she hadn't lost her key?
4. Do you think the girl was brave to go on an adventure in the forest by herself? Why or why not?
5. If you were the girl, what would you have done to find your key?