Echoes of laughter in the warmth

Caught among the wires, she fell,
Her face kissing the grass that
grew lazily in the brown mud

Their giggles fell over the empty
garden, like the morning rain that
had poured hurriedly before the
sun had shone a deep yellow

Their footsteps stole across the
Meditating Grasshopper's still leaf,
and leaped over the Angry Frog's puddle,
as they fled the chasing wrath of their mother
who ran, her hair pouring down her face and
catching on the rim of her purple glasses
that glared sharply in the morning light.

On and on they ran towards the sun.
On and on she ran after them,
her ladle swinging angrily in the air,
striking surprised dragonflies that
zipped about in fumbles and stutters.

Suddenly, her footsteps stopped,
the mud beneath her feet crumbled weakly.

Their heads flipped around, their hair
windswept, pointing back, in her direction.
They slid to a stop and trudged back,
towards their mother, who drew them in
with a lilting smile that hurried them
towards her warmth, away from the
Rising sun spewing yellow into the sky.

Their laughs and footsteps now
Bounced across the muddy, green meadow,
lifting yellow butterflies up from the
Long grass, gushing past a lonely
Stream where little birds fed and flew.

I wave to them from near the stream,
they smile and wave to me, as their
feet now skip together, over grass and
Grasshopper, away from the sunny field,
and into their warm home.