Sunlight on a dappled pony’s flank,
In brilliant meadow running fast and free.
Mother waits with cookies on a plate,
As the boy pretends that he can’t see.

Breezes blow across the grassy plain,
A girl in cotton dancing under sky.
Mother reads within her sitting room,
As the boy pretends that he can fly.

Scattered shadows dance beneath the pine,
A rascal fallen from the highest limb.
Mother sits beside his to bed to cry,
As the boy pretends in lands of whim.

Snow white blooms assault the summer’s wind,
A girl in sorrow standing by in fear.
Mother sobs beside the quiet grave,
As the boy pretends that he can’t hear.

Ripples on a pond not far away,
Coy swimming as they beg for fallen bread.
Mother sits upon the rocking chair,
As the boy pretends that he’s not dead.