Friday, March 13, 2009


All on a summer’s day
She walked out
Into the sun;
Hat on her head
Sparkling shoes on a stroll;
She knew no walls
No tricks, no play
Out she was, on a 
Rhythm with a pretty gait.
Trees bent down and
Greeted her; she kissed
their leaves,
Hugged the cool breeze; and quietly
Blushed at her flowers.
Tip-a-Tap Tip-Tap
She hummed a tune
With her hands at a clap.
Sun shone at her bright
She walked on
Without a hesitation in sight
For she knew;
And smiled with glee,
Time had come for her to Be.

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