A child in bright innocence rides on a brilliant steed
Complete within himself there is nothing more to need
No vestments, saddle, bridle, reins to stay upon the horse
No doubts or worries dull his glow, neither anger, shame, remorse.
One red plume adorns him as he rides toward destiny
Leaving behind the garden of walled security.
What hand will rush to catch him, should he start to fall?
In the power of his happiness, there is no fear at all.
The sun provides the nourishment, warmth and growth and light
The sun supports the child, whose shine is just as bright
To influence the sunflowers, by purpose or by whim
Instead of turning toward the sun, the flowers all face him.