Its like the buzzing of bees..
Its like dancing daisies in a meadow..
Its like blossoming and reaching to the sky..like there is no limit..
Its like the fluttering of a butterflies wing..
Children are like Spring..
When the world begins again..
(and it takes courage to start something..)
Picture.."Mother with her child bathed in sunlight, sitting in a meadow" by Edward Steichen, 1906.