The rain falls, sideways
her umbrella lifted
By the wind
Seeing her joy sets my joy free
When I was little,
toy solders in my hands
All the battles that I led
brought me back to the world in my head
free to be, just to be, not to create for you, just for me
now I am there when I remember to be:
a sunny moment in the day, the sway—of a tree
the leaf that falls like a verse–finally free
A Life of Wonder 
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