Top of the world

A naive world
of no work load,
Love to play,
till he laid
on the bed
when he sleep.

Open his eyes,
spread wide,
arms too,
up he go,
to the top of his world
after all.

He jumps,
his smile lumps,
wants a hug
but you coo,
what a lovely smile
you say moo,
he love it,
his eyes lit.

Take me up,
his hands up,
up he go,
in the sky,
to the top of his world
after all.


By Petal