Unless We Come As One of These Little Ones

Unless we come as one of these little ones,
What kingdom will we see?
I had been searching with all my heart.
"Come as a child," said the Wind.
So I watched my little son
Scamper everywhere he went.
I laughed as he galloped and gamboled and frolicked,
And at his contagious grin.

There was a curious fire
Burning deep in his golden brown eyes,
And a generous love for his family and life.
So I began to listen to his grasp
Of the imaginary world where he lives.

I began to chuckle and frolic
Along with him,
And to skip.

-jenn long