Swinging my arms like a windmill
I recognize the charm of things certain.
Things that withstand time and
grow comfortable in aging skin.
Discovering newly grown blossoms
I recognize the charm of new growth.
Things that lead to discovery.
Deeper parts to be opened and made bold with life.
Embracing the miracle of sitting still
I recognize the charm of life flowing.
Things that move toward something else,
while never straying from the spot they grew.
Let this echo come back to me
slow down times footprint
to make a deeper impression upon my tomorrow
while my today leans closer to itself in wonder
at life having gifted sight and understanding of its worth.