A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. ~Victor Hugo
I'd ask you to stay
...but the wind calls your name
The grasshoppers and the endless fields of wild flowers are meant for you to discover.
The dirt and the creepy crawly things are waiting for you to uncover.
Muddy puddles and rain drops are longing to kiss your cheeks.
The horizon leads to far away places, all of which I wish for you to see.
...I'd ask you to stay, even if only for a little while, but the wind calls your name.