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 (wow) 
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 (giggling) 
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