Through childlike hazel eyes I see
A butterfly above, I cannot reach
Warm the air with a gentle breeze
So green the leaves atop of all the trees
Barefoot running I pretend
That I am bigger than the bottom land
Soft mosses making, happy feet
Laughing when the birds laugh back at me
From dawn to dusk, Shall I pretend
A hope this day to never end
Although I must for all my friends
Sweet dreams until we play again
(02/17/2022)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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