she grows tall

Her hair streamed (and streamed is a very good word to use for it)
behind her
It blew over her face as it was teased by the wind,
She laughed and cried by turn,
and smiled about it later,
She looked and she learned and she turned around,
She lives with spirit and zest, 
and can hardly be stopped,
She's not easily haunted by the past,
for she knows the power of Him who she's put her trust in.
She loves and gives,
and laughs and grins,
She chatters and talks,
but is somewhat more serious
(nowadays).
She grows tall, 
She looks at it all,
and she says, 'Oh, I am so blessed'.

© HALEY JANE