Dreaming Young

Chasing the dawn's sparkly things

and inventing new ways to enjoy them,

that's the best in this child's life

and nothing can ever destroy them.

All things are strange and inviting to me,

with an endless supply of new,

so many things to discover,

so many things to do.

I climb the tall trees and watch

the magical world below,

sticks and bugs, dirt and rocks,

all in my pockets I’ll stow.

Look up at the sky in wonder

having climbed already so close,

the sun playing hide and seek in the clouds,

the clouds all fluffy like ghosts.

Clambering down to run through the fields

and fall in the fragrant grass;

I wake with a start, a smile on my face,

and put on my big person mask.