A Child Dancing

A child with unmanageable feet Skips on the street below; The wind has invited her to race, The sun is a kiss upon her face And the world a great applauding place. I know . . .

She dances now with timid step, Light as new leaves blow. Her skirts are wings of butterflies, And with every feathery grace she tries Her feet cry out life's glad surprise . I know . . .