A child
Sighing winds
Whispering trees
Flapping wings
Yawning sun
Country mornings
Awaiting fun
A child running
After a butterfly
His cries rising
High in the sky
Green meadows
Swarming with bees
Pasturing cows
Mourning doves
Near old ladies
Remembering loves
That became stories
And the mad child
After his fairies
Still running wild
Tuesday, March, 13, 2001
