When I first saw the dark of night
I knew who I was.
I was another shard
Of my birthstone.

I was the king of curiosity.
I was a bitter one with danger.
I was a monkey going tree to tree
And the “Ouch!”
When I fell out of a bush.
I tossed and turned to get up
And I climbed out of the bush.

Then a few years later,
I move away too sad to say,
“Will we go back and have fun?”
“Yes,” says my mom, “Some day…
but not for long.”