FREE GENTLE WILD


Willing imagination small children dream,
With no false pretense or nasty pollution,
They flow with their true heart feelings,
Like soft candle flames shining innocence.

They dance on silver stars with fairies,
Play in sand castles sprinkling giggles,
Laugh wildly flying through the galaxy,
Blowing candy kisses to chocolate angels.

Within us their special magic is soaring,
These teachers give us heart inspiration,
Igniting wonder, warm fun in all we see.

FREE GENTLE WILD
PRECIOUS IS THE CHILD

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