a little girl
runs to a meadow
for hours she lies amongst the flowers and bees
stretching her arms around, feeling the soil
letting the ants and ladybugs crawl about her hands
looks up to the sun, squints, wishes she could keep
looking
plucks a sunflower
(holds it up with an outstretched arm)
and there
covered in dirty stained clothes
for which her parents will scold her
weeds in her hair
mud between her toes
and a smile on her face
she holds it up high
for all the world and god to see
Poem © 2000 Russell Moore, all rights reserved
