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
