tears of joy for the moment
moments of bliss
that now is found
and now is known
the dawning of sun and the singing of  songs most loud and happy
while tasting touching and feeling slimy fresh rained mud squilching between happy laughing running feet of  dew spawned cherubs
chasing bubbles of maybe and what if
in heady fresh soft blowing winds of why not
climbing low boughed trees of how and high to reach out for rich juicy fleshy bites of me me
and now
sighs with bliss
and now
how could i miss