Morning's soft air, touching everything with such care,
Caresses a young face, in a quiet secluded place.
Smile planted strong, heart beating on.
Only on thing is on her mind, and that, is summer time.
A joy reckless and wild,
that's been in the heart of every child,
now set within her,
for there is no cure.
Her spirit set free, soars higher than the trees.
The books that weighed her down,
now thrown on the ground.
The rivers cleansed from winter,
are now heated for splendor
The happiness of knowing,
no bedtimes are set,
and so schedules to be met. Etc (sorry)
(by Abbey Silent)
Credits: Studio Rebecca – Title: Maia (scrapbookgraphics)
Poem by: (by Abbey Silent)