Little eyes, seeking treasure,

Filled with wonder — beholding Fall; 

Looking up with obvious pleasure,

Forests are magical when you’re small! 


 Little hands, harvesting pinecones,

Now reaching high to gather leaves;

Stuffing pockets – skipping flat stones,

Such blessed moments… days like these! 


Little feet, treading surely,

Skipping, jumping – counting steps!  

Running forward, but tiring early;

Pausing just a moment to rest. 


Little heart, beating with fervor,

Loving this playground in the wild,

Laughing deeply — embracing adventure!

Delightful daughter! My curious child.