Wooden Steps.

Two stairs up. Two stairs down.
A smile forever.
Two little legs have not carried for long.
Yet the first, smiled forever.
The eyes of the watchful hold fast and strong with,
a smile so long as forever.

The hope of the first,
The will of the second,
Followed by relief of the third which inspires the descent...
...further and further.
Two stairs up. Two stairs down.
A smile forever.

Two little legs with ease and grace.
Two wide eyes searching for a familiar face.
Humbling and warm.
Hopeful for more...
Those of the watchfaul have faith in the soul-
that that smile, that beautiful smile is forevermore.