A verdant meadow flush with bluebonnets
\nrushes by under their tiny feet.
\nThe smaller one points and cries joyously,
\nand the elder squeals with delight,
\nand both run toward a fluttering gem.
\nA black and yellow glory
\nchased by two giggling pixies
\nin the warm Texas Spring.<\/p>\n
I know that in days or weeks,
\nNature will bury this field of joys
\nwith a carpet of spikes and stings.
\nIn weeks or months, the butterfly,
\nthe insect they chase will die,
\nperhaps mating first, perhaps not.
\nIn years, my children will grow,
\nand their smiles will sadden,
\nunder weight of wisdom and years.<\/p>\n
But this day, Texas is green and kind.
\nThis hour, the butterfly swoops and bounces
\nlike a fairy child at play.
\nThis minute, my daughters know only laughter.
\nThis moment, time loses.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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