While Here (Sonnet IV)

While stopping to smell the flowers
Admiring the stems, buds and leaves
I raise my face to feel the showers

Recalling the superpowers roots weave
Also, while stopping, I notice the trees
I sit on the bench, then roll up my sleeves

Surrounded by the pull of the gentle breeze
Removing my flip flops, field grass tickle toes 
All the universe knows; will you tell me please

Listening, can I sense the words to life's prose
Where we go after here - do we go anywhere
(deep exhale)
To the heavens, do you have anything to disclose

Dare to be ... kind, open-minded, and share - without fanfare
And while here, get out of your high-chair and work to repair

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