Here’s another poem from when I was little! I think this one is better than the last one personally.

The Best: to run on freshly tilled soil,
To run and fly on barefooted feet,
It lifts my spirits free of turmoil.
There’s nothing that can quite compare or compete
With the wonderful, free-spirited feeling I get:
Running and Flying and Gliding along.
So I open my eyes and then I let
My joy turn to laughter and my heart burst in song.
And as I run I feel the wind,
Streaming and blowing through my hair.
Even though I step on a pebble, I find
That I don’t even mind or care.
Instead, the birds and sun and sky
Capture my heart and mind and soul.
God’s Creation is everything but a lie:
A truth and beauty to be told.
So as I slow to stop and think,
I notice all the little things:
the cardinals, tulips, blades of grass,
All the blessings that God brings.
And as I breathe the fresh, cool air,
I thank Him for all I’ve been given:
The plants and creatures everywhere,
And I’m just happy to be living.