So I chase you happily
You, a drifting joy
In the soft morning gold
like a Milkweed seed.
I fill with glee
As I stoop to reach
you have stopped
Stuck,ever so slight.
A wild little child
with unbottled joys
I hold you up close
cupping so tenderly
Gingerly uncovering
I savour your lightness
for the winds would come
and away you shall sail
No cant hold you tight
Cant imprison your spirit
So I set you free,
to chase you yet again
Just like I did
When I was a kid
its like the joy of chasing
glistening Milkweed seed...
