Looking Up

The little girl sat with her feet in the stream.
 The bubbling water was soothing to her aching feet.
The hem of her red summer dress had a tear and her face and hands were smeared with dirt,
but she didn't mind.
 Her sandy brown blew gently across her forehead as a friendly summer breeze caressed her face.
The innocent green eyes gazed inquisitively up in to the sky as a wispy cloud drifted lazily by.
 She smiles.
For she knew that her Father was gazing upon her precious face.
 The words, " You are loved," came to mind.