Once Grown

Even though I could swim,
I stayed. Tiptoed all over
my tiny little island home
I could dance across it
one side to the other.
I rolled in the green grasses,
flew kites over, jogged around
the jagged shore and slept
outdoors below the birds in trees
and a star splattered sky.
Life on a lily pad was enough
while I was young. I cherished
knowing home and nothing
beyond. But once grown,
I began to wonder if more
was going on without me
somewhere else. I sailed away
to explore the peace and pain
others harbored.