BUMP! My little feet
push off
the ground
as I swing,
swing,
swing,
and I sing,
sing,
sing,
at the TOP of my lungs.
Suddenly,
I JUMP!
And now I'm
flying,
sliding,
gliding.
And the wind is
muttering,
fluttering,
buttering,
me up so it
can play with
my hair.
How I wish I could
SOAR
through the air
with as light a spirit
as a
bird-child