I watch at the park a girl of five or four
Hands outstretched she jumps repeatedly to catch a hanging ball
The autumn morning sun is shining ever so soft
It warms and encourages the girl to jump more and more
Sitting nearby her mother is concerned her daughter may fall
She calls her to stop the jumps once for all
Nearby an old man mutters as the mother tells the girl her fun was ample
‘Tis not the ball but the reaching the man continues with his mumbles