Four little girls sit on a soft green hill.
They watch a small sun go slow in sky.
Their hair is wind and their eyes are stars.
One girl uses a tiny red chair to rest.
She has a bright smile that shines like gold.
They make a soft bell with their laugh.
Toc-toc the bell rings and all jump hop.
They talk about small big things like clouds.
They ask why birds sing and why trees sleep.
A girl with soft eyes says a small thought.
She says "Day feels like a warm hug now."
Another girl counts stones like small wise books.
She picks up a blue stone and smiles.
They see a round moon peek like a shy eye.
They say the moon holds soft questions and stars.
They make a small game with truth and play.
They share their bread and a drop of tea.
A breeze writes a tiny map on their hands.
They follow the map step by soft step.
They find a small pond that sings plouf plouf.
They listen and learn that each sound is kind.
They see their faces like tiny moons in water.
One girl touches the glass with a soft hand.
She feels brave like a small sun inside.
They talk about big words like love and time.
They decide life is a long small song together.
They say each step is a little truth to keep.
They hug, and the hill feels warm and safe.
Toc-toc the night bell sings them soft sleep.
They learn that small love makes big bright life.
