Free dance

There was something in the freedom
Of that first summer
To be free to enjoy the laughter
Running wild chasing
Fireflies as they danced around the
Yard which held no fear
Its own offer of sanctuary and deep,
Lovely ramblings in bare feet
With squeals of delight we played
In the throes of that first taste
We were not bound anymore,
We did not need to be careful of
Each squeal, each delight, each fun running
Around, the heart held us
To know we were perfect just as we
Are no need to change or fret
Just the wide expanse of the Spirits
Wind blowing us round in circles
Delight was what we knew
In that first summer of our freedom