Childlike Sprint

Those forgetful butterflies
Skipping on the ends of petals
In the sun soaked spring of meadows
Scarcely feel the changes on their wings

There is the content of being
An ease like the wind on lazy Sundays
The slow trot of clouds in blue skies
The world slowly spinning round
An artful waltz in place

The fearless childlike sprint
Across the painted skies
Where daydreamers lay contentedly
Tossing worries and cares
Like shoes strung high on a tree

Bodies boundless performing somersaults
Defying time and gravity
Life is a storybook
Page turning in the breeze
Never ending adventures
Written on childlike faith