Walking Upside-Down

As a small child, with ideas wild, I rocked whims softly, and let them fly. One whim, however, I nurtured tender and Let it grow as tall as pines. I nurtured it by practicing Too often that head might whirl from recollection now. The world was upside down. A new sphere of knowledge in My narrow scope of existence like a thousand mirrors combined. My fellow creatures are walking, as I turn to greet them, as I gently stride. Then run in a circle around and around, calling something to the passerby. The world in a haze, my thoughts in a maze. I jump down the stairs in an upside down race. Away and away to the sunniest May. My thoughts are astray… The world is upside down…Enjoyment’s hour has prepared Pleasures that I shall delve in for more than a day. Away now, I cannot wait to play now. Away!