| Frolicking She rushed into the dandelions Casting her Sunday bonnet aside A rainbow, trick of light, in the mist Her gay laughter silenced by chirping birds She whirled around with arms stretched wide Spinning into a free fall Her white dress stained and soiled The hummingbirds scattered Absolute freedom Her warmth and joy Exaltation, a breath of fresh air No reflection, no care She felt beautiful and happy Just her and the open field The blue sky above her Thinking nothing, no desire A moment of bliss Inner peace found In the open field Thinking of nothing She stole time Precious and rare She dared not share the moment For it was hers alone |