A Gift of Time: for the little girls (the first draft)

Glint, Glimmer, Dance, Shimmer colors of butterfly wings dip and rise among breezes of fancy.
A summer dream. Step to feel the soft grass of deep emerald green, small and pink, wiggle to feel each soft blade of summer grass between her toes. Eyes of wonder follow a sky of blue with warm summer. Tiny hands reach up to let the gentle breeze through new fingers delicately dimpled. Unstoppable tickle chimes a giggle a flutter with golden tips as it crosses sweet little lips. Breathe in the rush of warm sweet summer.

Tiny, Wisp, Flip, Twist sunlight all around the breeze carries a fading sound. She flows with the breeze and it tickles and carries her off the ground. She delights to hear of the ever drawing near, when she will sip from that fountain of knowledge. There her soft footsteps will fall, it won't be long before she will confound them all. She is a tiny grace, and none can erase the memory of her smile that forever flows across her bright face. She will not be stopped or held down, she flits along as she does, she carries her song.

Sparkle, Sweet, Perfection, Complete she has seen summer and now ever looking around the corner to what may lie ahead and beyond at the end of this last summer. Sparkling splash filled days and a calming hum of sleepy nights. Joyful laughter shared with love all around. Until the last days have sunk with the heat of the: golden then orange, pink and at last the blue, sky of sleep. She will awake to a new day of learning and books - the joy of growth.

All the while the innocence of the first continues to find the excitement awaiting each new breath. Forever delighting in each day of blissful Summer. Yesterday has past with a smile and one last sugar breath, tomorrow will bring treasures unseen, but today, they will stuff completely full of love.

Together they play on a glowing bright day of this last summer, and first summer these three share as one. They join hands and sit circled at a picnic of pink and purple. They dance and sway as wildflowers on the hillside on this bright summer day. So different from the other, but it wouldn't be quite the bouquet without one or another.

A small and happy carpet of purple shooting out from a yellow sunshine center completely covers the ground. Each petal ripples with a giggle from the sweeping breezes that tickle and cool each strong stem.

Wild and fragrantly sweet are the roses that tangle around. They curl and twist creating a maze of wonder. The cool deep green of the old fashioned leaves shade and protect the delicate carpet of purple from the prickling heat of the sun. It's stems reach far and wide ever fighting for new horizons, making a safe shaded place for a new seed.

Tall, Slender, Brightest of Yellow, sweetest of pink, coolest of blue are only a few of the many colors of the daisy. So many vivid petals. It's long slender stem bends and reaches to and fro with the light, tickle, fancy of the changing summer breeze. Her face forever happy and smiling upturned toward the sun. Dipping and diving among waves of wind and flow are the things that make the daisy grow.