Roam - Inktober 2024 - Day 14

Tiny little fingers holding on tight

No longer a dream, this pretty sight...

Chatter she does, a day long

To my ears, it's all but a song...

Runs around like she owns the world

For her, a place of wonders unfurled...

Screaming in joy at sights and sounds

Peace at last, roaming these grounds...