The Waves and the Pair of Little Feet.

[Like all days, she ran around the house... bubbling with endless excitement, screaming "Play! Play! Play ! Play! " ... Everything seemed to make her happy, make her eyes bulge out! Everyone took turns with her... No one person could match her energy, you know... And eventually, everyone's juice fizzled out... and then she asked us to taker her to the beach ... ]

That particular evening I remember so well 

Probably like how lampoons outlive the lauds

If all memories are the towers in silhouette

This one, the Hearthfall spire atop the tallest. 

Millions of bees in the world...

The wind blows relentlessly... 

through flowers and rocks alike they fare! 

Agglomerations of flowers and pollen... 

And yet the bees and wind always find the right pair... 

Of the swaying flower and flying pollen!

However tall and dense the tress, 

the grasses below always get their share of the sun.

The sky quenches and kisses every leaf 

and every fruit, in every tree. 

That's where I saw the miracle. 

She ran around the moist sand 

skipping over shells and barnacles...

and imprinting her little feet. 

And as though to join her in her games, 

The waves rushed to where she stood, 

my dear baby girl.. and stilled her screams 

in a heavenly embrace... like oakwood 

trees in midsummer, she suddenly became still

't could have been the love in the water

or it could've been the chill...

I will never know. But she whistled...

and quietened down thereafter

like the spring thistles 

dampened by the first snow...

I will never know... how, like a cleat,   

the waves that overcome rocks

stopped in their tracks

and rushed to embrace that pair of little feet!