sweet winds
rustling blades of grass
high enough to hide in
water sprinkling down like rain
sun shone bright
twirling in the rainbows
dew building on our skin
irridecent bubbles
sing song laughter
floating up to the sky
a glimpse of freedom
orange and black fluttering by
softly graze your cheek
a glint of happiness
swinging high above
landscapes of wonder
eight years wise
for an age so young
eyes sing a soft swan song
