Sometimes he’s an airplane, way up in the sky.
Other times he flits and floats, just like a dragonfly.
Sometimes he’s a kitten, mewing for some milk.
Other times he’s a worm, spinning up some silk.
Sometimes times he’s a truck or a tractor passing by.
Sometimes he’s a great, big dinosaur or piggy in a sty.
Every day he’s something colorful, and bright.
Lasting all throughout the day and often into night.
But someday those dreams will change like they often tend to do.
And the days of playtime magic will sadly be all through.
But today he’ll fly around the house, super cape and all.
Giving me more treasured memories of when he was so small.