Childhood tales

I love
to sit like i did in childhood
play with the silent mud
talking to dejected bricks

I love
to look at mountains
See them kiss the sky above
with heartfelt tenderness

I love
to watch the swallows  gather
and sing tunes never heard
except in such solidarity

I love
the hops and skips of butterflies
through our misty valley
treating us to a spring touch

I love
to share a kiss with frogs
and soak in earthly worms
without a streak of fear