i saw
a smile on a daisy and on
a
sunflower, today, when then the
sun
touched them with its fingertips
their
smiles were cast upon their feet
and i
watched the sparkle of water on a
running
stream as silhouettes danced
from
the maple and oak standing on its
banks
admiring their reflection unabashedly
a
curious robin flies o’er and rests
on a
limb of the oak to see what they’re
admiring
and it too sees its reflection
and
begins to whistle with glee
as i
sat down i heard the whisper of
the
wind say to me…’if you look into the
stream
your reflection will be carried to
the
river’s end onto the sea when then the
moon at
night will share its smile in perpetuity’
