Hands stretched out,
society's crucifixion.

Cheeks glowing,
the sun's smile lingers.

The wind's silken touch,
Gossamer's embrace.

Pebbles,
beckon on the
cliff below.

Toes at the ready,
curl in,
step out.

Gossamer takes
flight,
slipping fast.

Pebbles, wrong.
the sun scolds.
the meadow disappears.

The daffodil
plucked,
the grass unchanged.

a lone spot,
unearthed.

the pebbles embrace.