The children gather on the lawn

Atop the hill.  

They place their hands into

Each others.  

The grass is shivering the

Stars are shivering the

Trees are rocking with the wind

To, fro, to.

A hypnotism is in it all

feeling their friends blood

Pulsating in the

Palm of their hand and in their

finger tips.  

The worms are squiggling,  

Birds chirping,  

Sun playing off the leaves.

They want to remember this

They want to dance like this

In circles  

When they are old

And understand things better...