In the early morning we knelt down,
And in the cool damp kindergarten classroom air,
The whole place bustled with so much sound
As all the children gathered there.
It was then the birds flew in and out
Between the bushes, through small holes,
During days we learned what their music was about
When we sang and laughed with giddy souls.
In the end we'd pronounce our letters dot our i's
And in the afternoon paint while warmed by the sun,
The golden birds one by one flew by,
And in the end our masterpieces were done.
I would come back with brightly cheerful eyes
Each step I'd take up the driveway so joyful, home.
I made a painting in class that day, it got 1st prize,
It was a painting of a sun and birds of my own.

My first year of school was really content,
I always desired to go to school.
Exited to hit the books and learn,
Kindergarten was fun and went well.

Heading towards my second year,
I was happy to be back.
That’s when I met my best friend here,
Who’s still my friend until now.

On my third year it wasn't as stress-free
As I assumed it would be.
I couldn't read and write very well,
I felt dumb.

Art then became my desired subject,
Drawing was fun it bought my joy when I was down.
I didn't need to worry about getting anything incorrect,
Neither letters nor numbers were needed.
Just drawing was necessary.