Poem: Lost Worlds


Lost Worlds

Sit still for a moment.
Breathe in.

Smell the spring.
The vibrant earth beneath you.
The wildflowers, fragrant and bright.

Yes, bright.  Look slowly.
Do not let your eyes dart from bloom to bloom.
Linger a while, and see.

See the colors.
Purples and pinks and yellows and white
and a thousand shades of green.

Linger a while.
See the texture. Glassy and smooth grass.
Feathery flowers. All moving.

Be still. Just watch
and the wind set the small world at your feet
to dancing.

Listen closely.
To the wind. To the creaking of the trees.
to the small bees hovering hungrily over each blossom.



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