He could dance on water and liked to play with the clouds. I saw him run with the wind and then meditate under a tree. When he did a field of yellow, purple, and red came to be.
I asked him, staring into his big brown eyes, why with everything that he could do did he cry before the rain?
He smiled and kissed me, then he flew away.
©Christopher F. Brown 2009
0 comments:
Post a Comment