Thoughts from April
Carried on the wind she flew
Inside the deep pensiveness grew
While wheels completed the journey
Eyes beheld unspoiled beauty
Click, click, click pixels enmeshed to remember
Their little hands held weapons of war
Large super soakers or little pails
You could watch the battle from afar
But to be safe be indoors alone
Leave, I just want to be alone
Where quiet reigns
I don't want to think
Just dream
Sprout spring up from the ground
Tiny green shoots with little resemblance to what they will be
Plant, weed, fruit or foe
It matters what grows
