Ningning

 Like a sparrow on the ground,

She would hop and skip around;

Snugly seated on the 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;

Lizard's 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 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.