At age of two the little girl walked and talked.
The girl who babbled In a language none could understand.
She explored, searching high and low. Crawling into cupboards, and under chairs. Running through grass and walking through tress. Finding interesting things everywhere.
A pebble from the ground,
An earing from her sister,
A shell from her brother,
A candy from her father,
A button from her mother,
An apple from the dog,
And a smile from a stranger.
