She loved how the gun shot sounded for all she could imagine was the finish lines.
The smell of new beginnings
The joy of little winnings.
The taste of mom’s coffee
The happiness wrapped in a toffee.
The smell of first rains
The sound of helicopters and aeroplanes.
The look of a new dress
The pleasure in a game of chess.
The amazement of a new amazing word
The excitement of living in a large world.
The delight of touching the morning breeze
And running on a beach with feet left to freeze.
The ecstasy of being free
The bliss of being me.