Welcoming friendship

A student's poem from a childhood memory

As I gracefully walked across the soft grass,
I was surrounded by the warm sun beaming down on my warm skin.
When I was halfway across the yard Taylor came prancing with her light hair bouncing with every step she took
With a mission in her voice, she said to me "Morgan's not home, but I can play."
She had a slight smile that welcomed me into the neighborhood of friendship, as I welcomed her as my friend.