She loves nature, the sun on her face, and the stories her grandmother tells her about the land and the people who came before her. When she sat down to write, she said the words came to her like a small song.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She hopes that anyone who reads it will remember something simple: every person is unique, every story matters, and kindness is always worth sharing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Below is the poem she wanted the world to see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Sun Knows My Name<\/h1>\n\n\n\n
The sun knows my name
When it wakes up the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It touches my cheeks
And tells me to try.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The wind tells stories
Of rivers and trees,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of old quiet mountains
And dancing leaves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes I feel small
In this big, big land,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the earth still listens
When I take its hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am a story,
A song, a flame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sky knows my face, If you\u2019ve made it this far and taken the time to read the poem, thank you. Truly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sometimes the smallest voices carry the most honest words. Children don\u2019t usually sit down and think about poetry the way adults do. They don\u2019t worry about whether something sounds \u201csmart\u201d or \u201cimpressive.\u201d They simply write what they feel. And because of that, their words often hold a kind of sincerity that is rare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This poem came from that place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It came from a moment of curiosity, imagination, and the simple desire to share something personal with the world. The kind of moment where someone sits quietly, looks around at the sky, the wind, the trees, and begins to wonder about their place in it all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The beautiful thing about poetry is that it doesn\u2019t need to be complicated to mean something. A few lines can carry a feeling that thousands of words sometimes cannot. When someone writes a poem like this, it isn\u2019t just about rhymes or structure. It\u2019s about capturing a moment \u2014 a thought, a feeling, a tiny spark of perspective \u2014 and letting it exist outside of your own mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And once it\u2019s shared, that small spark can travel much further than the person who wrote it ever expected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maybe you read this poem and it reminded you of being a child yourself. Maybe it made you think about the first time you wrote something creative, drew a picture, or shared a story with someone else. Or maybe it simply made you pause for a moment in the middle of a busy day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n If it did any of those things, then the poem already did what it was meant to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Creative expression, especially from young voices, deserves encouragement. When children write, draw, sing, or create something, they are practicing courage. They are saying, in their own way: \u201cThis is something I made. This is something I want to share.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n And that kind of courage grows stronger when people take a moment to listen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So if you enjoyed the poem, take a second to appreciate the imagination behind it. Share it with someone who might need a small, gentle reminder that the world can still be seen through hopeful eyes. Sometimes the most meaningful art comes from simple thoughts written with an open heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thank you again for reading. Your time, attention, and kindness mean more than you might realize.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sometimes the bravest thing a person can do is share something from their heart. This little poem was written by a young girl who wanted to put her thoughts and feelings into words. She said she didn\u2019t want it to be perfect \u2014 she just wanted it to be honest. She loves nature, the sun […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":17,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nativevoicesonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nativevoicesonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nativevoicesonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nativevoicesonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nativevoicesonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=15"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/nativevoicesonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18,"href":"https:\/\/nativevoicesonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15\/revisions\/18"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nativevoicesonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/17"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nativevoicesonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nativevoicesonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nativevoicesonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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