water park

She wakes up early this morning,

because she wants to go to the water park.

I am sitting on a chair, in the shade,

white towel on knee, and mind on nothing.

I now fix the gaze,

on my little daugter,

playing. She sits on  and goes down the 

red water slide.

She tipp-toes as her small legs carries her little body.

The warm smile spreads across her face.

Her mind wanders from one thing to another.

I must hurry,  I must go somewhere

She comes running wet towards me grabs my hand.

She insists and wants to go down the slide again.

Now, I stay back and watch from  the sunburnt shade.

Her eyes and cheeks turn red,

water trickling down her shorts.

She says, "It's so much fun going down the slide."

I watch her slide again,

'till the hills drink the last color of light,

as the air moves breathing in the plumes of corn.