by M.J. Swayer
Children enjoy the smallest of things
A petal descends towards earth,
Sailing from its sun-yellow sisters.
The green a newborn creation.
It's black-eyed beauty now a shadow
Six-legged red shell crawls upon it,
Reaching out to the silhouette,
Craving to be closer to the rays,
Aiming to bathe in them.
A whisper through the lea.
Petal and rider wafted away.
A boat and it's sailor,
Voyaging on gentle currents.
Two eyes full of wonder,
Observing the whimsical commotion.
Ten petite fingers extend.
The gliding vessel shipwrecked.
Polka-dotted traveler tumbles softly,
Limbs waving emptiness,
Sunshine obscured by white.
Followed by giggling.