Sweetness

A tiny tale

A tiny wiggler
tickling the leaf
then tearing
chewing munching non stop
a tinge of sour bitter
the taste of raw finely processing
served cold and
blisters of hottness
goes to threshold
holding in meditative state
turning into all beautiful colors
flying flowers to flowers
to tasting
the nectars of
this lifetime
with tiny legs
a beautiful tale of Eric Carle
for my much loved
tiny munchkin
to know where and
how sweetness stays
in oneself.