I remember that summer when I was six,
Cicadas sang, the air was thick.
My favorite tale, on cassette it played,
A button press, a guess I made.

Distorted sounds, with noise entwined,
Cicadas' song, my drifting mind.
In youthful dreams, an artist's hand,
Delicate flowers from rough stone grand.

A scientist, I'd heal the earth,
Erase all sorrow, birth new mirth.
A hero bold from stories told,
Facing challenges, strong and bold.

Idealistic, innocent, free,
Six-year-old me, with endless dreams to see.
Untouched by life’s constraints, I stood,
Infinite possibilities understood.

I cherish that small figure, gone,
In time's swift flow, forever drawn.
Like cassettes, outdated, past,
Running opposite, time too fast.

Now as a designer, my soul I share,
In this portfolio, my thoughts laid bare.
Thank you for your interest shown,
In my design, my heart's been known.

May your day be wonderful, bright,
As you explore my dreams, take flight.