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