Bare feet torn on muddy grass.
Blink slowly,
feel the wind between your fingers.
Tilt your head,
offer your throat to the sun.
Laugh,
make music with the birds.
Run as fast as you can,
stop to sing with the crickets.
Wander slowly, close your eyes,
feel the sun play symphonies on your arms,
skin speckled with the light of every star.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
Bare feet torn on muddy grass.
Blink slowly,
feel the wind between your fingers.
Tilt your head,
offer your throat to the sun.
Laugh,
make music with the birds.
Run as fast as you can,
stop to sing with the crickets.
Wander slowly, close your eyes,
feel the sun play symphonies on your arms,
skin speckled with the light of every star.
