Stomping on the earth
bare toes hugging clods
Vibrations vibrating
giving massage to the loving
big and beautiful mother Earth
Arms raised toward clouds
as they flitter by —
Becoming a lightening rod of love
connecting above and below
Floating on this planet
in the midst of all creation
A child with great imagination
stood at the brink of insight
With a smile upon her face
eyes of wonder and mystery
softened even the toughest heart
As fantastic stories of epic proportion
flowed from her mind
tickling her lips on arrival
There is a wishing well
in my sacred garden
that hidden place
where only I tarry
It’s near the swing
in the glen
near the tinkling voice
of the brook
Sometimes, I forget to toss in
trinkets of value
and wishes brightly
And, yet, when I do
life’s magic prevails
Like a big happy face cartoon sun
