SMALL WILD THING

Small Wild Thing - Morning

She runs, she flies, she dances.
Arms outstretched, feet moving ever faster,
But not nearly as fast as her thoughts or her dreams,
Which always move at least one step ahead,
Ever shining, never dull and always worth the reaching,
Only to reveal a new world on the far side of each dream.

Small Wild Thing - Evening

She sits, bathed in the glow of starlight.
Unable to sleep, she delights in the joys of God's night,
Soothed and comforted by the warm, soft breeze,
Given a lullaby in the songs of the crickets and frogs ...
Just a small, wild thing, quietly being tamed by love.