Hello, dear sun!
It's just me, no one.
Hello, dear wind.
It's just me in my skin.
Dear chickadee
You speak to me.
Chirp! chirp! chirp-chirp!
Dee! Dee! Dee!
I answer back.
Oh, this is fun!
I cluck and whistle.
I feel I've won.
I thought you'd scare
and fly away,
but you twiddled and sang,
and came closer to my face.
Then, you jumped off that branch
and flew around my head;
and I laughed out loud because
your courage startled me instead.
Little being.
Such a precious little soul.
My father created you
so that I could observe you, just so.
Ah, our Maker,
if he were to see
you being you,
and me being me...
Observing each other
in a moment of curiosity.
Does he smile to see his creation
finding joy in his things?
-aq/lesnspired
