To be a child is a magic real; It’s different from anything grownups feel, knowing, believing and dreaming dreams; It’s hills to climb and flowing streams.

To be a child is a privilege rare; There’s nothing else that can quite compare. It’s miracles, magic, and let’s pretend, golden moments that never end.

There are elves and fairies and beauties rare,A courage real that just children share, A secret place where you love to go, where the day is bright and the wild flowers grow.

Nothing impossible, joys so complete, A peace and contentment and moments so sweet, Eyes ever smiling, dreams running wild, It’s life’s sweetest blessing- to be a child…                                                  Author: Garnett Ann Schultz