Once upon a time, in a land so bright,
There lived a young child with a curious sight.
Obsidian rock was what they did hold,
A talisman that sparkled as it was told.
With a curious mind, they always explored,
Perspective they changed, as they adored
The world around them, with all its hue,
Hypothesis they made, with thoughts so new.
Intrigued by the stars, the moon and the sky,
They pondered and wondered, as they would spy,
The mysteries of nature, and what lay ahead,
Theories they formed, with a thirst to be fed.
Along with a sibling, they'd roam and they'd play,
Translucent memories, of their childhood, they'd lay.
Together they'd laugh, and together they'd dream,
Their bond so strong, like the roots of a stream.
So take hold of your obsidian, dear child,
And let your imagination run wild.
For the world is yours, to explore and to seek,
And with every step, your knowledge will leak.
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