One second.

Every step on the dirt and every breath from the earth
to move the particles of life re-grow and let go.

wishing and whooshing of branch they clench fists of soil,
watching a daisy open, skips past beetle black as oil

Circling, swooping, the hawks grace and power
humble but magnificent her wings close for dive, prey snatched.
her life, her journey continues feeding hunger and thirst.

And under blind eyes the grass grows and river twist and flows
its branches hold the Lilly's and Lilly's dragon fly.
Wings glisten like a fairy's gathering, giggling,
tickled by the wind, surfing on waters mist.

with a second of passion a life can be made to hold and grow
a second is forever and love a bond of time never slow.


hope you liked it next one Old lady, mental knitter! i promise
much love. tim