The apple tree whispers in the sunlight,
The pigeons coo and play,
The house rests quiet and motionless,
Another cool summer’s day.
A little sad child sat down cross-legged,
And opened a shining yellow box,
Sunlight shot out and made her forget,
Forget what the darkness looked like,
She smiled and she danced,
And her future sang back,
And she knew that all was possible.
One small step
I sat for just a moment in silence,
I closed my eyes,
And took a breath.