|| the garden of spring ||

Children leave

in their toys

their play, their innocent

infancy so toys look

alive like-children.

The meaningless prattle

of children contains
the meaning of life

in the noise of sounds

they create the commentary

of life as created

by the soul.

In the still movement

of children is the

eagerness longing

to touch all.

Their soles leave

on the earth the

movement of their passion

so even when they are not around

they embrace unexpectedly

Children have a season

of their very own

in which they blossom

play and come to fruition

for our Garden of Spring.