The wind caught it
\nas it came alive.
\nIt flew with its brothers and sisters.
\nIt glistened like the moon.
\nIt knew everything and nothing.
\nIts heart was a piece of light.
\nIts face,
\nthe smile of a star.
\nIt had the substance
\nof a planetary dream.
\nA pearl from the ocean.
\nPure as an unborn snowflake.
\nWhere would it go
\nflying in the storm?<\/p>\n
I saw how the earth touched it.
\nIt would take it in.
\nHide it in its closets.
\nShow it the mirror it would become
\nto the heavens.
\nHow poets would handle it,
\nsinging, as it felt their lips.
\nHow a boy would grin.
\nA girl touch it like a tear.
\nA tree catch it in a cup of green,
\nwhere it could rest
\nbefore flying off again.<\/p>\n
What a life it will have!
\nHow quick it will come and go.
\nHow the sun will take it up
\nin its last rainbow,
\nand say,
\nfor you my little one,
\nfor all to see,
\nchild of the sky.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The wind caught it as it came alive. It flew with its brothers and sisters. It glistened like the moon. It knew everything and nothing.…<\/p>\n