Treasures Along the Way

She was running and hiding,
In her most playful way.
Her heart beat of unrestrained freedom,
No thought of waiting for another day.

Enchanted with her oblivious manner,
I, an invisible observer at first,
Try to remember what brought her here,
Where these earthly bonds had burst!

For, now I see and hear
Unfettered joy of song and dance!
As her arms reach up to the sky,
I’m moved to a heavenly trance.

Tiny Diva, sing me your song,
It shimmers clear and bright.
Now the birds are even coming,
To take part in this beautiful sight.

How did I ever let her fade?
For I am her, and she is me.
From her deep treasures I am made.
Please, tiny Diva, DANCE ME FREE!

Becky Hull