For Hannah [Though you are only two]

She walks among the meadow green
And dips the dew from daffodils
Bright rosy cheeks and so serene
With innocence that seems surreal.

She bends to touch a butterfly
On petals of a tender rose
Then she laughs with sheer delight
Caution to the winds, she throws.

Sweet sunny smile upon her lips
Her chubby hands she claps with glee
Accepting summer's gentle kiss
She runs around in revelry.

A tune is heard from deep inside
A voice sent down from up above
Carried down on wings it glides
Into her soul, the sounds of love.

Deep runs the heart of such a child
Who's visions sail the ocean blue
Captured in the dreams, she flies
On shooting stars up to the moon.

[This was written for my best friend's granddaughter. Children are such precious gifts.]