Carefree when I am me,

carefree when I stop to see

a bird taking a bath in a puddle

created by a stream.

Carefree me.

As I listen nature speaks

a language only the child in me sees.

She hears with her eyes,

she tastes as she breathes.

She touches with her mind,

her imagination runs wild.

She is my inner child,

she and I are one,

together forever, carefree me.