Watching The World Go By

A little girl came up to me one day,she stared at me with her gray eyes. Finally she opened her mouth.
"Why do you write?" she asked me. I smiled down on the child, with her thoughtful gray eyes that watched time pass. It was when I was thinking of an answer, that I realized I didn't have paper in my hands, a pen behind my ear, or even ink stains on my hand.
"How do you know I write?" It was the little girls turn to smile.
"It's your eyes, see. They're big, and you watch everyone pass. You sit on this bench everyday. And you smile to yourself." What a smart child she was. I bet her eyes would see more then mine ever would.
"I write to give Ladies knights in shining armour. I write the weather to match your emotions. i write happy endings where I see none. I write love where it should be. I write kindness into the world, and hope to the weak, courage to the strong, and bravery to the heros. I write to live beyond my last day. To be remembered, when all with living memory of me is gone." She sat down next to me, and thoughht about what I had said.
"That's a good reason." she said. And so everyday after that she sat next to me on our bench and we watched the world go by. With a different world playong in our heads. As we smiled to ourselves.