As we grow through the seasons,
And the frozen winters are gone,
The air, bees and flowers,
Renew in summers tone.
The birds are free and ants deck up their hills,
A blue lizard springs up.
A scare grips my heart And I feel a thump,
I feel the need to be freed.
There’s an itch touch with bumpy scales,
Crawling at my feet,
But it whispers to another blue,
I get curious to hear that.
Then I gasp my breath to see those two blue,
Lost in moments of time,
I diffuse myself from the fear I have,
And watch the glow in delight.