I watch her from afar
Sunlight mingles with her golden hair
You cannot tell their gentle glows apart
Delighted sounds she makes as
Skipping from rock to rock
They merge with the bird song soaring high
I see her running on the wind
And spinning with the air as she sighs
The tall reeds sway gently
As if with her sights soft touch
And I dream I am the ground
On which she stands and the
Earth beneath her feet
And most of all a treasure
She may find and keep
As she plays with nature all around
And she knows not that in my heart
I keep her safe and sound.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/watching-from-afar-2/
