Sometimes I just have to remind myself I am not

When little girls replace the young at heart, only smiles remain. Soaring up to the sky and swooshing back to the earth. Talking up side down yet right side up; triangle passes and falling down hills; surrounded by God's creation. Cosmic wiggles and the 8th day of the week. All came in a moment, all left in the next, but the taste of sweetness still lingers in my soul...