poom
it’s an easy life, for sure
with many memories
of watching fingers rolling
and sitting under trees
we watch the sun sneak in
like a girl in a spring dress
she will flourish and she will spin
to new wonders and splendidness
luring flowers from their cover
letting the warmth completely in
she will have you in a tizzy
when you realize where she’s been
but like so many springs before
we never ask where they have gone
we accept her evermore
as our child of the sun
