Colors of the summer sky will show,
Wonderlands of enchantment,
And give to those who can really see,
Feelings of astonishment.

Once upon a time there was a sweet,
Little girl loving the moon,
With the stars and fairy tales that were,
Always to be by chance soon.

Enthrallment for the unusual,
Springs in this vivid story,
And fairy tales and fantasy land,
Were a little girl's glory.

Hopes and dreams for a little girl grew,
With an excitement for things,
Like all cuddly little animals,
And most everything with wings.

Talking to a little bunny then,
Was important as eating,
Mirroring twinkling stars and the moon,
Imagination's leading.

Engaging eyes wide and big is her,
Way still showing happiness,
Quietly talking to animals,
Has a way to blessedness.

Fascination and dreaming it so,
Makes it come to life so real,
Like talking to animals because,
They will talk first to reveal.

Yes it was believable seeing,
Her love and hope reach way out,
To a bunny, squirrel, or kitty,
With such delight it would shout.

When your little girl imagines life's,
Colors of the summer sky,
With love and sweet expressions of awe,
A little girl's glory's high.

Preciously she lives happily,
A once upon a time tale,
Loving animals and enchantment,
As her hopes and dreams prevail.

©Sondra McPherson
01 September 2007
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