When my son was five years old, he had a toy car which was battery operated and had "bump and go" features. After a few hours of play, we discovered he had dismantled it and removed the windshield, and when I asked him why, he told me "I wanted to see the tiny man inside driving it." He became a creative graphics designer later in life.

A rare gift that is spawned
From the challenge of Demand,
It is the seed when sown
Becomes the Mother of invention.

New ideas and fresh designs
From the most unlikely sources,
Multiple births of fertile minds
Producing things of many uses.

Creative minds are never idle,
Ideas come from constant thinking,
Of wasted time there's very little
As focus centers on problem-solving.

In our anvil of originality
Sharpened and molded like a tool,
This golden gift creativity
Comes not from many years of school.

Encourage then the child who dreams,
The child who's curious and asks questions,
For his impossibilities may seem
Creativity's ladder into fruition.