There's a small child walking down the street,
while holding his mother's hand;
He looks so peaceful, safe, and content,
with the life that God has planned.

Mom assures him that school will be fun,
and he runs off to meet his friends;
His smile is glowing, kind and sweet,
he may never want the day to end.

And while he sits at his tiny desk,
a gentle spirit arises before him;
It speaks of kings and far-off lands,
and miracles in a world unknown.

His eager mind absorbs it all,
and color fills his freckled cheeks;
The lovely spirit moves about,
she knows of what she speaks.

The day has passed and mother waits,
as the children rush to the yard;
And memories shared from this magical day,
will come forth from this little boy's heart.