Skimming stones and stepping stones,
Muddy toes and a sunburnt nose,
A sleepy cloud passing over a noisy crowd,
Streaks of light across a gazing sky,
Still to wonder why,
Sentience sweet as quiet as a heartbeat,
A slither of a kiss to a fading bliss,
A falling leaf to a slow gasp of relief,
Soft as a feather bobbing down a stream,
Everything just a dream,
Forgotten time and a gentle rhyme,
A buzzing bee around an apple tree,
Child's play in an ageing day,
In life all to really hold,
If the story be told.
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