Once when I was six,
as I was lying on the
fresh green cover of spring,
all the tiny creatures of the season
began their lives around my curious tongue.
They whispered their passwords of life and
I spoke silently, asking their guidance
on the wisdom of green and the taste of blue.
Moments hovered and passed,
lying there facing life right-side up,
and while they gave me their secrets,
I shared none of mine, so they tired of my ways.
But for one brief moment
I knew,
that the hues of the world,
revolved around me.
