A little younger

If I were a little younger,I could move mountains high,Paint the birds with vibrant hues,Make the flowers touch the sky,If I were a little younger. I could glare at the sun’s bright gleam,Build a castle on the moon’s serene,Sense the time within my grasp,Lift the jungle, break its clasp,If I were a little younger. I could hold the wind within my hand,Draw the stars upon the land,Talk with trees in whispered speech,Fight the bears, their…

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