When we hand our children phones, we steal their boredom from them. As a result, we are raising a generation of writers who will never start writing, artists who will never start doodling, chefs who will never make a mess of the kitchen, athletes who will never kick a ball against a wall, musicians who will never pick up their aunt’s guitar and start strumming.
| My life begins far above the ground, Though below the ground, life I may give. When I come down to greet the ground, A thunderous noise I will make. A tasty treat to many, I provide, But only if they have the tools to get me. The macaw is one, The agouti is another. Without the aid of the agouti, My circle of life may never be completed, And the forest I am part of would lose a valued member. So watch out below when it’s time for me to go, Or an injury I will give you. |
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