A tiny finger points
to the sky as
they lift off the ground.
The meadow, distant now;
Hearts pound hard, fast.
Fear mixed with awe.
The small one shows
them the flowers, meadow,
the horizon, beautiful light.
A small finger gently releases
them from the spell of levitation,
as they smile, kiss, hug,
and drink a toast to the special one.
C & K 