The somersault

2Cellos: Il Libro Dell' Amore

Never be afraid

To risk
A somersault

Or to jump
In the muddy waters
Of the puddle simple in
Simply sitting 

By the side

A lone remnant
In the repose
After your dance
Laughing in
The cascading rain
You are never too old
Too be young
To live
To feel
The blood rush
To your fingers
To rise in
Your cheeks
To be to
Unabashed

They may call you
Fool
Hold your freedom
In disdain

Do not hear

Laugh
Back

They are captured
And when they want
To be free

Perhaps
They will
But as
For you

NEVER fear

The risk

Of a simple
A somersault