Pushing through the topsoil, I'm blinking in the light. Shading my eyes from the morning sun. I just wish that I could still see the world sometimes. The way I saw the world when I was young.
As sweet as a plum and lovely as dawn. Rolling its tongue over its gums. Like tiger and me as happy as could be. Sat out on the porch. . As the whole of the sky.
Everything ends the way it begins. God takes care of the little things.