A child in Spring

Some where there is a child jumping in new puddles,

playing in the soft mud of the Earth,

full of joy.

Some where a child picks springs new dandelions,

blowing on the fluffy seeds to make wishes.

Some where a child is dusted by pollen,

as they watch a bee buzz by their nose,

curious of the fuzzy creature.

Some where a child sits in the melting snow,

missing winter,

throwing what's left of the snow at their siblings.

Some where a child plants new flowers for their mother,

smiling as the dirt coats their hands,

giggling as they try to spread the dirt onto the others.

Some where a child is born,

into the new beginnings,

born with the fawns,

bunnies,

foxes,

born with the awakening of nature.