In a house where technology reigns,
A blackout caused some growing pains.
The child, accustomed to screens so bright,
Now found himself in the dark of night.
1
With no TV or tablet in sight,
The child felt a sense of fright.
No video games to distract his mind,
Just darkness and silence of a different kind.
2
He grabbed a flashlight, feeling brave,
And ventured forth, his heart a wave.
Through the house, he roamed with care,
Discovering new things everywhere.
3
He found a book, old and worn,
Pages filled with tales of morn.
He sat down and began to read,
Realizing the joy of unplugged deed.
4
Next, he found a board game to try,
Playing with family, reaching high.
Laughter filled the darkened room,
As he embraced this unplugged bloom.
5
With markers and paper spread out wide,
The child let creativity be his guide.
His drawings filled the walls with cheer,
No screen needed to hold him dear.
6
As night turned to dawn, he saw the sky,
Filled with stars that made him sigh.
No digital stars could match this view,
Real life had a magic all anew.
7
With the blackout over, the child arose,
Feeling a sense of joy that glows.
He realized he had left behind
The fun and connection he used to find.
