Sometimes I like to be alone and go somewhere and pray.
I was tired and oh so weary ,and felt so all alone.
Its a special garden I walk in with meadows oh so green.
It was a small child but as I looked at her I could see.
She never spoke or looked my way but ran ahead as if to
She looked at every flower and then sat down for a
She never lifted her head or looked me in the eye.
Each time "I" got closer my spirit to the
heavens would soar.
What was it about this child that made me feel so young
© By Harriett Dash 2002