Two young girls
float through
a meadow of
tall grass
on their way
to a creek
beyond the field
Bright eyes
splash on eddies
where rivulets circle
and flow into
pools and over
stones
Musky earth
with white
trilliums
greet their senses
from the dark woods
behind the water
Lily pond,
moonstones,
cinnamon pool
giggle off their
tongues to name
and make the place
their own.
Away from their
mother’s demands
their innocence
slips the banks,
thrilling to
freedom in their
bodies and souls
Touching their toes
in the stream,
very far from home
they blink
at the sun
and shadows,
feeling so right
with their own interpretation
of a natural God
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