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
contemplated,
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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