as seen through innocent eyes
there were dancers in the skies
and songsters in the trees
gentle breezes crossed their minds
casting shadows creeping deep
swollen clouds darkened the pond
scattering notes upon the sheet
flying fish breached the surface
grasping for truths unseen
wildflowers earnestly gathered
producing lively waxing smiles
a child’s hand but a crystal vase
clenching secrets worth their while
july two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
Thanks so much, Lola!
I always hear songs in the trees !
Thank you, my friend.
The audio really brings this to life
Thank you so much, Rose.
Delicate, soft & beautiful read 🙂
Thank you very much, friend.