five bits of wonder on each foot

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

into the arms of innocence.