Higher Still

[B.nicole]

We come as a babe 
and start this stage.
Our families do we love. "Do" should not be there. Either replace it with whom or erase it all together. 
All we know
is we must grow,
and hope for things above. I'm unsure of what "above" means here. It doesn't seem to fit. 

As a child
our hope runs wild,
we dream of simple things.
Run and play,
and laugh all day,
and even having wings. This  should be revised, it does not flow nicely. 

Up we grow
and hope is sown
of soaring through the air.
Mountain peaks,
and oceans deep,
the places which we dare. Love this section. 

The last frontier.
It's far from near.
We hope to live on Mars.
Still, we stare
when we get there
and reach up for the stars.

When death calls
and our health falls,
to higher hopes we hold.
A city bright,
our souls made white,
where all is made of gold.

Overall a pleasing and promising piece of work!