Babbler lost her beatific boy…

Little babbler cried…for she lost her lovely boy. She bends down before the world, to get back her little toy… It made her world; so colorful. It had a voice quite unknown to others. Babbler loved to be bubbly and playful for she believed the world to be a bubble. Men and women around might be serious, for their role might be so…some might be tricky, some confused, and some worried…as is their roles…but what has babbler got to do with it…babbler was born with an aura of dreams…She has lived with it so long and dint she live pretty well..? Babbler just love to babble…She never wished to be an orator. Babbler miss the drawings on her palm…babbler miss the smell of pure pretty jasmine flowers…Those butterflies that used to invade her tummy…The warmth of the fire woods beside her…the little hands for her to hold on…Is there a better world outside…? As soft and cozy as this…or is it that the elders are jealous of her world for you wish to pull her out? Babbler is indeed so silly…confused as she is…babbler just knows to babble….bum bum bum…my sweet little bum…sleep in my arms as I hum…bum bum bum…my sweet little bum.