A beginning, end, and a new beginning elsewhere in the same place. |
"When She Sang Songs Backwards" Sun's declaration of Day's agenda, when life began to play, decked out in polka-dots, and giddy with green laughter. Singing small songs of her stories; serendipity at its best. Dancing tiny feet find fields of clover decorated with ladybugs and shiny wet beads gifted by Morning's dew. Grasshoppers challenge hopscotch, dragonflies sit and flit to tunes of chickadees and chipmunk chatter. Breezes brush nearby tree leaves sharing universal secrets whispered into inquisitive ears. Eyes widen with young surprises, yet wizened beyond a tyke's typical life-understanding, beckoning a smile. Moon's exclamation of Night's agenda turned the tide to a tragic say. Black clouds gathered unceremoniously to shroud the lunar light. Late hours signaled a stillness seemingly unlikely to change. Bewildered nocturnal creatures suddenly silenced into a darker realm suggesting reverence for their now aged friend. Beloved footsteps ceased. Where upon, Spirit began to sing songs backwards; magic, until Sun dawned Day declaring a different dimension for tiny feet, polka-dots, and green giggles dancing forward in fresh fields of clover. line count 35 |