Flowers in between my toes

flowers in between my toes
white little blossoms,
that stick to my bare,
wet feet

wind carrying whispers
not caring who hears
their small secrets
in the form of leaves

the creaking of old trees
not speaking,
but listening to us
with they're own way of patience

grass tickling my fingertips
as they skim it's dewy surface
letting an odd warmth
seep in
 
the sky a brillian blue
clouds, traveling in wispy forms
the same color
as the flowers in between my toes