Little Paper

The little paper manufactured with love, tenderness and warmth.
The little paper who grew to be a beautiful product.
The little paper that was once clean, solid and plain.
The little paper who found its glory days in pre-school.
The little paper who fought the feisty weather in elementary.
The little paper who got herself wet and torn during the high school years.
The little paper who uncovered all the colors and lines it could hold.
The little paper who tried to make a difference.


That little paper went off-shore, and traveled to whatever material it could hold to.
That little material found it's way.
That little material who found other types of paper it could bond with, all with their different sizes, and colors and lines.


This little paper got lost.
This little paper forgot why she traveled.
This little paper had to evaluate.


And so, the paper would try again.
The paper had to grow up.
The paper had to remember, that there was another world out there.
And that she has to remind herself constantly, to be careful.


Little paper, don't forget your roots.
Little paper, be careful.
Little paper, be sure.
Little paper, don't forget.
Little paper, walk straight back. It's time for you to remember.