My Retts girl.
Her eyes and sparkling smile tell me of her love:
For the sun and its optimistic warmth,
It kisses her face and dazzles her seeking eyes.
For the wind and its merry dance amongst the limbs of the tree.
It whips hair into her blinking eyes and smiling mouth.
Of birds calling from all corners and out of view.
They flit about branchlets of the tree carrying nesting.
Of leaves and their soothing rustle.
They mimic her sparkle as they flutter,
Showing alternately their front and back.
I sit and watch as she absorbs her environment,
And receives grateful succour from it.
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