The sun is rising in the sky,
her tiny voice emits a cry,
her first look at the world around,
her mother's voice the only sound.
The sun is higher in the sky,
her little legs find strength to try,
her first steps in this magic world,
her wonder at this life unfurled.
The sun is further in the sky,
her sleep brings dreams where she can fly,
her mind learns what her heart can do,
her heart learns all that can be true.
The sun moves on across the sky,
her heart is pure but often shy,
her hopes are in each parent's hand,
her future waits for her to stand.
Nekatu Poetry © Arik Fletcher