The Sunchild Within

This is the perfect place
With the trees, in silence
Except for the wind
Which whispers lullabyes in their leaves.

This is the perfect place
Where the sun is warm
But not burning
Because the leaves give us shade while we eat.
A single young ant,
Not versed in the way of things
Takes a walk all over someone
Much bigger than himself
Too small. Unaware

Leaning on this tree,
I could sleep forever
Allowing my feet to be roots
And my roots to grow deeply
And my leaves to spread sunward.




~ Last summer, when Mom and Dad were fighting.