Oh they are happy today
the little and the big
because they were heard
They scatter in the park of my mind
skipping and swinging and shouting
chasing late butterflies and bugs
leaping wildly through piles of leaves
deeply inhaling the crisp scent of frost and apples
scribbling sidewalk chalk vistas on
every available speck of concrete...
...instead of weighing me down with
fatigue and worries and fears
paralyzing my life, emotions, and dreams.
The freedom is intoxicating.