Silhouette

This poem is dedicated to Acintya, my dear, lovely, beautiful, perfect, angelic niece. I love you so, so much, and I always will. Your smiles and giggles make my soul melt. <3

The sunlight is peeking at us through the leaves

we look up – the sunlight is embracing the trees,
creating flickering iridescent swirls and gleams,
shyly watching us play like a lonely child.

It plays with our skin, turning the forest to gold
and makes zealous shadows chase us like poltergeists;
the colours of still life watch in amusement
as our delighted laughter echoes.

Together we bring joy to silent plant life;
we play with them when they rejoice,
we scoop up their tears as they cry,
while our eternal silhouettes dance.