A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words

Describe what you see?

What I see a scary little that look so pale and which I pitied it so much.

Describe what you feel?

I feel like the mother Quiva runs away from her, and it makes her lonely and looking so pale.
I feel like taking her home and be raising her with me.

Write a story or poem about what you think is going

Mother Deena, mother Deena where have you been ?
Have you considered your daughter, sitting on a rain Stone?

She is hungry,
she is lonely,
can you come any soon?

Life is good, when you are with her.
Make her good, so that you will not loose her.

I love her and
I should have taken her home with me,
but I will wait for you to come see her.

Mother Deena take care of your baby unless you would loose her.