Sitting on the grains looking into the mystery
Of that which is present but difficult to see
And the wonder begins…
Reaching out to touch the fog with a slender hand
Wondering what brings the mist that sweeps across the face
And the wonder begins…
Running barefoot with bundles of energy
Bounding carefree across the endless sand
And the wonder begins…
Endless means to discover what’s unknown
New worlds to explore and to call one’s own
And the wonder begins…
The hand upon the shoulder that guides one so innocent
Allows one so naïve to throw caution to the wind
And the wonder begins…
Looking into the eyes filled with the kind of love impossible to understand
Knowing there we rest securely in One’s hands
And the wonder begins…
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