Life presents all sorts of opportunities
To walk amongst the tall trees
In the woods behind the house
To hear spring birds
Calling across the yard
to their mates and young birds just old enough
to venture from the security of nests
To witness blue melt into purple, pink, and yellow
As the sun sinks behind the house across the street
Giant clouds illuminated by sun rays
Projected from behind
To touch the hair of this girl
No longer a child
No longer wanting to run free in those woods
Or climb the trees
Or even sit in the dusk and watch the sunset
No, they all grow up
And temporarily lose nature’s wanderlust
To pursue their own dreams,
Which today might be a singing career
And tomorrow perhaps to not step once inch
Out of the bedroom
And I suppose that’s ok
These girls grow and become women
No matter what I do
I just stand back and watch
©SpiritLed 2015