Here I stand,
Lining the walkway to another entrance,
Just some nice punctuation in a run-on sentence,
Designed to break up the monotony of your daydreaming.
With something beautiful.
Close enough, I don’t want to scare them.
But I really want to touch them,
Her babies are so big and cute.
But I will wait ….
A walk in the park with her,
On this Sunday morning,
Is all I need to remember.
The lily beams quietly in the sunshine,
Dulling all the shadows around her.
Calling all pollinators for a reproductive feast,
Only nature can express,
Without the innuendo and agendas of man.
Can I go into the world this way?
For one day …
The front looks great.
The hissing of summer lawns,
Gates forged with the blacksmith arms.
And colors of the rainbow,
Adorn and invite.
Yet, behind the front, lies the utility of the back road.
Sitting in our lives, apparently undeserving a view for itself.
Yet, still, it attracts … somehow.
Sharing a joy needs little explanation,
Just smiles filled with goodwill,
As the greatest gift, a new perfect creation,