One bright morning,
where dreams never sleep
it’s ritual to kiss the light
that glows on the tip of leafs
One lovely airy morning,
children are dancing in the park
spring up grass and flowers
under brown big trees
One singing morning,
a little girl climbed the strongest trunk
of a green leafy tree
with smile so wide
hug me tree, she said
Novia, April 2014
in memory of summer 2011 with my niece and nephew
Poetry Prairie 