Heading For An Horizon(For Lyn)

“The grass is crying! ” So Tilly sees it & so...it is...so. The dew glistens (the grass listens) both laughing at her passing fancy. Soon the sun wipes away all its tears. The grass chuckling (being chased back & forth) by a south westerly breeze that Spring has sprung upon us. Tilly crying with delight her kite hungry for the open skies headbutting the clouds snapping at the wind making her dig her little feet in fiercely as if (any moment now) she could take off (losing a sandal) she clinging on for dear life like crazy to her crazy kite mad now with height I clinging on to her fly-away ankles the landscape becoming a patchwork quilt chatting to a passing bird heading for an horizon.