We walked wearing black through the yellow neighborhood,
there and back,
under the blue, blue sky
And talked about the changing colors and how life begins
and how seeds stay dormant
We discussed cells and ducks and things we know
and things we don’t
and all we want to learn.
We caught leaves and picked off apples from the trees
and danced and twirled and turned.
Hopping from rock to rock, we saw the river bed,
dry green tunnels
and secret paths unseen,
And witnessed heaven through the treetops,
saw how the sky was so, so blue
and wondered what it means.
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