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Like children dancing on washed sand
I watch them
Frolicking
Swishing grey tails
Running back and forth
Scattering, then
Jumping into seas of green ivy, and
Scampering quickly to
Return to the aged timber of my deck.
Soaring onto limbs of the rooted old tree,
Ring around the ivy, until the
Mid-day sun
Resting high in the tranquil sky
Transforms restless playmates into
Sunbathers.
Bounding life shifts, all God’s children
Rest,
Like calm waters on quiet beach shores.