wades into the middle of the stream
and stands by a rock
She lets the wind blow through her hair
raises her arms as if to fly
twirls and spins and dances like a
leaf blown into the sky
and her senses are all heightened
by the beauty of her natural being
she could look all day and still not believe
the beauty that she's seeing
she thinks:
Has this been here all my life
and I just haven't been aware?
She thinks of all those wasted days and how she's just begun to care
A voice goes through her head that says:
Don't take it for granted
What if the sun stopped shining?
What if the wind stopped blowing?
What if your world started
slowing down?
In a forest shadowed quiet, she warms her hands by a fire
with dappled sun, mossy greens, and browns
nature's spiritual attire
and the silence fills her head: it's an overwhelming sound
so she lifts her voice like an owl at night
until it circles all around
she thinks:
has this been here all my life
and I just haven't been aware?
she counts her blessing once again
and wonders how to share
She pulls her wrap around her, steps her way back to her bed
remembers to be grateful for all
around and overhead
For the world is deep in wonder
and the sky holds mysteries, bound
tomorrow she'll tell everyone she sees
of the secrets that she's found
What if your world starts
slowing down?
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