It walks the paths of dancing leaves, free falling
Laughter on butterfly wings,
With abandon, never measured, a smile of light-
Pure delight fresh from God's warm embrace,
...
The trumpet calls across the plains,
Legions fall and rise again
To fight anew the ill begotten gains
Of power and greed and other things.
...
Behold this day and what it brings,
Sunshine, Easter grass, yellow green, grown in
Clusters, perfect for the nestled egg,
Agile robin bent on listening to all earths faint
...
Whim
I sit me down a little while
And then perchance there comes a smile
And there I am up again
To cater to my little whim.