laughing little children haveing fun,
running wild circles in the sun

they lay and laugh in daisy glades
just skipping down a bee loud lane

their wind, hair,
blowing there-
singing free without a care.

rolling down a knoll in fuzzy pants
bathing in the light of pure romance.

not a one to hide from,
not a place to run.

beginning, thinning, spinning,
into one.