I think, there shall never exist a poem
As Lovely as a child headed into the wild
Armed with a spirit of adventure
And a curious nature befitting of the explorer she is
Wandering off chasing fairies, who is to say they don’t exist
Leading with an absolute assurance that when she turns around, we shall be there
The sun seems to shine within her, spreading on to us
As she picks wildflowers that resemble her wild nature
What a disservice it would be to tame her
Little wanderer
wild to the soul
Ruled by the earth
May she always roam free
Untamed, Uncaged
May she always sing her way home
Chase butterflies, fairies
Pick wild flowers
Be filled with warmth
Wonder and a wild heart.
The Village 
This is so beautiful. I enjoyed reading the 2 poems you posted.
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Thankyou love.
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