Tired

In a world where dreams should softly sway,

A child's heart, weary, at the end of the day.

Tired eyes, heavy with the weight of expectation,

Parents pushing for academic validation.

She longs for rest, a moment to breathe,

But the world around her does not reprieve.

Their voices, like thunder, in her tender ears,

Demanding excellence, fueling her fears.

"Study harder, reach for the stars," they say,

As the child yearns for a different way.

For dreams are more than scores on a chart,

They're the whispers of the soul, a work of art.

Let her bloom at her own gentle pace,

In her heart's own rhythm, find her own grace.

For love and support should lead her way,

Not the constant pressure that clouds her day.

In time, she'll shine in her unique light,

Guided by dreams, not by academic might.

For a child's worth is more than grades can define,

In nurturing her spirit, her true brilliance will shine.