Soft white clouds on a winters day
reflecting the shadows on a sea of gray,
making pictures in the sky
passing by a child's eyes.
Tiny tadpoles in the river
dancing a waltz to the trickling water.
To a tune so soft and mellow
darting around in the clear blue shallows.
Acrobats up in the sky
singing sweet songs as the day goes by,
keeping the day alive with chatter
no mind be paid to the child's clatter.
Yes, this is the stuff that we all miss
that we catch here and there in a fleeting glimpse.
In a laugh, a cry, a hopeful sigh.
A child's dream, the day goes by.