Wonder Girl
The questions flow with earnest ease
from a girl who just turned five,
she wonders why she’s on the ground,
when birds can fly so high,
she wonders where the rainbow ends,
and why she loves fresh pie,
she wonders how the flowers grow
when summer days draw ‘nigh,
she wonders what she ought to do
when a good friend starts to cry,
she wonders why some folks get sick
and why they sometimes die,
she wonders why the moon’s so bright
in the silvery, starlit sky.
Just Poetry and Prose 
I love this poem and all it encompasses of a child’s mind!
Children have great questions. If only we had all the answers!
You speak for the beautiful curious minds of all little people!
Thank you, Judy. I love the way children look at the world and enjoy their deep curiosity about all things!