When I grow up
\nI will be five again.
\nI can not believe
\nhow far life goes!
\nHow many places to hide
\nand run to.
\nI think the world is a voice
\nwith mountains in it.
\nStorms that clap.<\/p>\n
A cupboard with more dishes
\nthan you can ever use
\nif you never use them twice.
\nPictures that weave dreams
\ninto blankets,
\nthat cover everything
\nwith snow and light.
\nWhen I grow up,
\nI will play morning to night,
\nand forget how long it was
\nto be old,
\nbefore I grew up
\nin the right place.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When I grow up I will be five again. I can not believe how far life goes! How many places to hide and run to.…<\/p>\n