Child’s Play Poem by Michele C. Messina Long

There sits a child upon the grass,
Lost in the presence of life.
She has no cares nor knows the meaning of the words,
Thank God.

From her stretched out hand
She grasps a dandelion to know its touch.
Smiling with childlike innocence,
She learns its illusive structure in just one second.

While picking another pristine one,
The wind plays a game with her
And scatters the flower into a puff of fluff
That quickly disappears.

She has learned from the wind what to do next
With yet another flower.
Her turn now to play a game on the wind,
She hurriedly blows it away before it has its chance.