On wheels that hum with gentle sound,
A baby bus, small and round.
With chubby cheeks and twinkling eyes,
It journeys 'neath the open skies.
Its passengers, a merry crew,
In tiny seats, laughter ensues.
Tiny hands grasp at the unknown,
Adventure whispers, yet unshown.
Through city streets and country lanes,
The baby bus, its route maintains.
In every corner, sights unfold,
New stories waiting to be told.
With every journey, hearts entwine,
A bond that grows, a rhythm divine.
In baby steps, the world they see,
Bound by love and curiosity.
In the cradle of love, they find their rest.
About the Creator
Isra
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
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