Tiniest three sprites
whispering whether
if today go together,
across bold sunlight.

Trapped their steeds
each a small harness,
destination but guess,
flying gossamer seeds.

Twirling onward skies
sun dances upon rays
into a warm heat blaze
brightly within disguise.

As travel past a valley
land in a soft meadow,
set free their shadows,
if floating we must tarry.