Ningning

Like a sparrow on the ground,

She would hop and skip around;

Snugly seated on a mound,

She'd fondle a bug she found.

With her hand,she'd scoop the brook,

Wearing an innocent look;

She'd bathe the turtle she took,

From her big brother Noknok.

While the sun peeps in the east,

And the sky, hazy with mist,

Field of buds,her eyes would feast,

Then dance on tiptoe in the midst.

She keeps very secretly,

In a pouch tucked too tightly,

Lizards' cut tails,two or three,

Talisman,to win each play.

Of earthworms,you cannot scare,

She'll just stick her tongue and glare;

But,with spiders,in great fear,

Will suddenly disappear.

She'll run home when the rain drops,

And twilight shrouds the hilltops;

She'd wonder where the wind stops,

And ask why the pea pod pops.

When at the porch she would lie,

And watch the night melt and die,

She'll slumber till the dawn is nigh,

And the birds at daybreak fly.

Do not wake or even shake her,

Let her dream without falter;

Tomorrow will come after,

Time for her fate to alter.