The smell tickles me again
The parched soil so wet,
A bank of memories pulled in
Of many smiles and cries.
Bare feet I remember;
Bare feet in memories.
It hasn’t stopped since last night
Redding the walls again
Trees smile with their eyes bright
The glistening green leaves;
Leaves draw in memories,
Memories all green and nothing.
It hasn’t stopped since last night
And I see my bare feet.
I stretch my hand out,
And they wet it well.
Pools and puddles beckon,
Slippery floors giggle.
It smells of something nice
Smells nostalgic at times
Shivers me the cool breeze,
Sigh and I also smile.
The wet wet ground
The faint touch of them all
It hasn’t stopped since last night,
The rain-
It asks my bare feet to walk.
