Bring Happinnes Poem by lara solis

Her naked feet touched the now sweet smelling grass, slowly and gently.

Her rough hands touched the rim of her yellow dress, which covered up to her knees.

Her dirty, child knees.

Her soft kind face was alighted by her round blue eyes, and her smile, from which several teeth still hadn't sprout out, was like watching the sun winking at the earth.

Her red, silky, wavy hair fell past her shoulders and seemed to move by itself.

Spring moved slowly, making this terrible earth happy.