on the island of innocence there is a tree which bears the fruit of children’s toes
five bits of wonder on each foot
there are brown toes with hints of cinnamon little pink toes that are slightly berry scented mellow yellow toes which smell like banana then there are the multi hued rainbow toes
all the different innocent flavours that sparkle bright as pop rocks
Sometimes if we’re lucky if we wait really quiet-like they fall out of that amazing tree like stars and satellites, grow legs right before our astounded eyes inch by inch, they come down
upon tickling ferns to land, take flight start running, laughing through the hills the air becomes pleased with the delight of their speed and tender lack of guilt
if we can keep up with them, those toes and legs dance musical ditties humming us youthful jungle tunes
in wild abandon we can dance along together under the guileless moon
with our twinkle toe friends until the last breath of night just before daylight shines and they go, returning back
One question: How do you know what toes taste like? lol Anywho, this piece was very well written. The expression of childhood and beautiful metaphors that piqued the imagination in many ways was ingenious. Try capitalizing the first letter of each line or at least the first letter of each new sentence. Thank you for sharing and keep up the good work.