Can we run down the beach
And into the waves,
Go deep sea exploring
To underground caves.
Can we climb mountains high
To reach for the moon,
Maybe catch a lift
On a hot air balloon.
Can we lie in a field
Watching clouds in the sky,
Holding hands in the grass
As swallows fly by.
Can we snuggle up close
In a warm embrace,
Gliding through life
At our very own pace.
Naomi Rettig 