For my daughter, Laura

She runs on...
Gracefully caught
In the promise
Of Spring.

To all who care,
The racing rebirth
Of time.

She runs on...
In clear sunshine,
Leaving footprints
In the sand,
Wearing newborn flowers
Entwined in her hair,

Naturally fulfilling
The sequence of
Each season's change,
Sanctioned bravely
By her youth.

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