Tess made a mess, oh what a sight,
Paint on the walls, and glitter so bright.
She twirled and she danced, with laughter and cheer,
Artistic expressions, without any fear.
Her crayons went flying, her papers were strewn,
A masterpiece born by the light of the moon.
Though chaos surrounded, her joy couldn’t wane,
In the heart of the clutter, creativity reigned.
So let her make messes, for this is the way,
To learn and to grow, to dream and to play.
For in every spill and each smudge on the ground,
The beauty of childhood in chaos is found.
M.A.D. Works 