Dedicated to Ayden
who joined me in writing this poem.
The title is Ayden’s creation. Ayden is 7 years old and has a very tender and kind heart!
a child climbing a tree so high
lost in the branches touching the sky
the wind blowing through her hair
swaying back and forth without a care
walking through the grass knee high
lost in wonder and loving the why
moving forward with daring speed
he spins and moves as he needs
lying on the hillside and looking at the clouds
seeing the giraffe and hippo in the crowd
catching the wind in his hand
cartwheeling and doing a grand stand