A Moment in Time
And so the lady bug, she crawls,
Across the leaf so carefully,
That the leaf feels only tiny feet
tickling its tender parts.
The child sees,
The child sees its tender crawl and
The little Intricate pattern of the spider web,
The sweet rounded edges of the hummingbird nest,
With the spider web weave and dew.
And perhaps a piece of grass or moose shed too.
The child sees the glitter in the rock, the circles in the pool, the dung beetles mystery.
The child sees what grownups miss.
The child sees no color difference, no age difference,
Only the magic of that difference.
The child hears everything,
The birds song sweet in its tune,
The angry in the voice of fear and doom.
The child senses, strong and keen; tastes everything,
The dandelion flower, a drop of dew, the pollen dust, the earth taste too.
The oozing pitch, the tiny seed, the tiny feet upon a leaf.
So, hold still your parenting, and listen to the child.
Allow and observe all the child can bring.
Enjoy each and every moment a child sings.
It is fleeting and leaves is the flash of a blink.