The laughter was insatiable in the warm sunlit afternoon. The rocks drew blood before the eyes. Innocence in belonging bent as the spokes of the first volley thrown,to forever engrave upon the souls mortal existence. Only to play and seek out friends on such a wonderfully sunny day. Rubber tires not needing air,extra wheels would stabilize the load. A red frame so shiny and new,to venture out upon the world. Motherly kindness felt with warmth and joy,setting out under a wondrous blue sky. Greet the very real and physical stones hurled on the innocence of beginning. Such a course that would not change,the reality now set. Then the laughter from the happy ones,holding hands of mental embrace,the first ambulance arrives. Death not this time,the lesson will go on. The scars on the forehead heal,as they penetrate the bone. The aura has been altered for all the world to see. The moon waxes full repeats beyond 30 score,as reality remains. She was kind in her heart as the truth unveiled itself ,witness to the passage that was meant to be,relentlessly unfolding. Love’s presence struggles the heals of rejection and scorn. Conformity as cover up,stripped away in time. Snickering on bubbly brew for the privy to partake. Kindness of the mortal man, transparent to the witness mind. Belief in what is not , blood red again to the mirror of the eye. When the blackness shines the light on the pathway that has been,where will the stones then lie?Are they buried within,fossilized proof for the baggage claim?