As the ruby red hues bathed
the celadon grass the young girl
playfully watered, she heard
the rough engine of her father’s
two thousand and five Ford pull into
the eroded, arid driveway.
Her mother, with a smile still full
of life despite the wrinkles of stress,
swiftly opened the maple wood gate.
Her husband stood with a letter
in hand that read his name.
Dark emerald colored pieces of paper
appeared in the translucent envelope
that held the original place of the letter.
The father sat down and began to weep
tears of joy. Without a word,
the young girl came and started cradling his
head as if the spirit of Gaia
resided within her.