I Am A Kid for the Wild

Title: I Am A Kid for the Wild (Andi Becker and Worship House One United) Knee-high in clover, I traced the ants’ parade, Watched monarchs stitch the sky with slow, bright thread. Felt the soil breathe beneath my barefoot tread— Dad frowned, "What’s gotten into this boy?" he said. Mum just smiled, "Let him be, He’s not lost—he’s found his key." I learned the rabbit’s pause, the chipmunk’s dart, Climbed oaks that whispered secrets to my palm. Saw deer step soft through morning’s silver calm. "He’s odd," Mum sighed. Dad shook his head, then laughed, "Clear as rain—it’s plain to see: That wildness lives inside of he." I like the world the way it grows— No plastic chair, no ceiling close! Rivers run and mountains rise, Grizzlies greet me with their eyes. This ain’t strange—it’s how I’m made. I’m a kid for the wild. I’ve walked where roads refuse to go, Where wind still owns the only door. Felt fairness in the fox’s den, In every root, in every hen. But men came with paper, sharp and cold, Redrew the lines, sold what can’t be sold. I like the world the way it grows— No plastic chair, no ceiling close! Desert hares and eagle cries, Truth lives deep in open skies. This ain’t strange—it’s how I’m made. I’m a kid for the wild. They cut the pines. They paved the stream. But the earth remembers every dream. So when they tuck me in at night, And whisper, "Sleep," with gentle light— I’ll nod… but keep my promise true: Save the green. Keep wild things new. I like the world the way it grows— No plastic chair, no ceiling close! Mountains hum and oceans gleam, Wild is more than just a dream. This ain’t strange—it’s how we’re made. Be a kid for the wild. It’s just our style… Be a kid… for the wild.