The sound of children

At play, both chaotic and

Sweet.  Don’t you think?

Just one look at what?

The weather?  The lack there of?

I just do not know…

The cup runneth O-

Ver the hills and through the woods

Flowing out freely

The rain reminds me

Of days long past from childhood

Smiles + tears = memories

New moon, the legend

You are to become is but

A cycle away

The believer once

Asked: Dear Sun, Are you God?

The reply – just rays