Carefree

I can see her now. A girl of ten dressed in a
fluffy white dress with short sleeves, and a hem
billowing around her knees. Golden blonde curls
frame her joyful little face, then tumble down
around her slender shoulders. Her countenance
is jubilant and liberated.

The day is deliciously good-sunshine warming
sky and earth with its cheerful glow. The rays
of this fiery orb are sheer liquid radiance. Come
away with this young girl and drink of what she
has to offer. Arms lifted high, she runs, skips,
and twirls through a meadow filled with long,
flowing grasses that wave and dance in the balmy
breezes. Her eyes twinkle with peace and
merriment. She has cast her care to the wind. She
is in her own rich, imaginative fairy tale.
She is carefree.