.
to the wind:
only speak
sweet words to him
gently touch his face
with fingers made of
daffodils.
.
to the sky:
wash away his tears
when he cries
walking down the road
sparkling little ponds
reflecting in his eyes
.
to the grass:
be as green as
never before
under his feet
a blooming spring
forever in his path
.
oh, apple tree,
keep him shaded
from the august
cruel sun
until I'll become
his shelter.
.