Soaking In the Love
She flopped herself off of her bike
Landing on soft sweet grass
The daisies giggled with relief
That she had not landed on them
I love the trees, I love the clouds,
I love you God, she said to the sky.
She was full of pure happiness.
The first spring day that had not rained.
Her mother called her, but her eyes were closed.
She was soaking in the love,
Satisfied that there had been a prettier day
Nor would there ever be one.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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