In the soft glow of the nursery, an unfolding tale,
Where little fingers discover their grip without fail.
A brave source of comfort lies in a thumb,
Holding secrets untold, in innocence's hum.
With a rhythmic suckle, a lullaby takes flight,
A calming beat for the drowsy sight.
In the realm of dreams where fantasies soar high,
The thumb transforms into a starlit sky.
Amidst teething trials and sleepless nights,
The steadfast thumb keeps shining bright.
A beacon in moments of fright,
Leading the child through the darkest night.
As time unveils its never-ending stream,
Childhood fantasies fade like a dream.
The thumb may linger, a silent scheme,
A token of innocence, a cherished theme.
Let us cherish this simple embrace's grace,
In the gentle touch of childhood's trace.
For within the thumb's gentle pace,
* Lies the enchantment of a sacred space.
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