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Boy on a Beam

In this special bonus episode, Boy on a Beam.

In a world long ago, when the days moved quite slow,

Before buzzes and beeps and the fast things we know,

A boy sat quite still on a very fine day,

Just staring at nothing . . . and thinking away.

No tablets! No gadgets! No screens shining bright!

No earbuds stuck in from morning till night.

No lists, no charts, and no chores to be done.

He just sat there thinking—that's quiet-time fun!

His name was Young Albert. He sat in his chair,

Thinking of things that weren’t really there.

“Suppose,” said Young Albert, with eyes open wide,

“I ran super fast with my arms by my side!

Suppose I ran faster than anyone knew,

And caught up to sunshine that zoomed past me—too!

If I hopped on its back for a light-speedy ride,

What secrets would I find tucked away deep inside?”

“Would stars look like sprinkles, all shiny and small?

Would UP feel like sideways? Would BIG feel like Tall?”

He giggled and wondered and thought, and he dreamed,

Till his head felt as sparkly and bright as a beam.

But some of the grown-ups, they gave a big sigh.

“That boy’s doing nothing!” they said, walking by.

“Go do something useful! Go count all your toes!

Don’t sit there with questions! That’s not how it goes!”

But Albert knew something—something quite true:

That wondering is something that smart people do.

For tools aren’t just hammers and numbers and screws—

There are "Thinking-Tools" too, we all get to use.

“What if,” said Albert, “we looked up above?

At the warm, happy sunshine, we all really love?

What if the sun turned the lights on at night?”

The thought made his smile grow big and bright.

So when days get too busy with rushing and running,

And you're tired of chores that aren't very funning . . . 

Put down your Glow-Screen for a minute or two,

And see what your brain is wishing to do.

Sit very quietly. Let your mind beam.

For the best place to play is inside a dream.

And maybe—just maybe—you’ll giggle and say,

“I think I’ll go chase a Light Beam today!” 🌈✨

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