Sometimes I sit awake at night and wonder about this
beautiful thing called life.
I sit amazed at how we've grown.
The grass, the flowers, the trees.
Natures magic.
I see a daisy sprout up. My little sister yanks it up.
"Look Kelly, look at this pretty flower!"
At three years old she appreciates life's magical soul.
Smiling brightly she searches for more flowers.
My nature baby is what I call her but she tells me she's a flower girl.
As the wind blows she goes with the flow.
"Oh my god Kelly look at that buuug!"
I giggle as I watch the tiny insect wriggle!
How did she even spot it?
Though the leaves are falling and crunching she still
grabs them for her bunch.
The excitement lights up her little face.
She's not letting this nature go to waste.
She sees the blue within the grey skies.
"These are for mammy" she beams with pride.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
Sometimes I sit awake at night and wonder about this
beautiful thing called life.
I sit amazed at how we've grown.
The grass, the flowers, the trees.
Natures magic.
I see a daisy sprout up. My little sister yanks it up.
"Look Kelly, look at this pretty flower!"
At three years old she appreciates life's magical soul.
Smiling brightly she searches for more flowers.
My nature baby is what I call her but she tells me she's a flower girl.
As the wind blows she goes with the flow.
"Oh my god Kelly look at that buuug!"
I giggle as I watch the tiny insect wriggle!
How did she even spot it?
Though the leaves are falling and crunching she still
grabs them for her bunch.
The excitement lights up her little face.
She's not letting this nature go to waste.
She sees the blue within the grey skies.
"These are for mammy" she beams with pride.
