If I were put in time out,
don’t send me to a corner of doubt—
place me beneath a willow’s sigh,
where clouds drift slow and birds pass by.
Let the breeze scold me soft and kind,
while I un‑tangle my busy mind.
No ticking clocks, no urgent calls—
just sunlight painting quiet walls.
I’d serve my sentence with a grin,
for solitude’s where I begin—
to breathe, to dream, to gently shout:
“Best punishment ever—time out!”
