Nature knows how to make things the same,

Yet different,

Smiling heartily towards the sun,

While sucking nourishment from the earth,

It’s easy to forget they are not listening to our daily rants and drivel.

As they sit soaking up the rain and rays,

From another New England summer day.

Dreaming of a long time in bed this morning,

Sleep laden eyes force themselves to consume coffee,

Talk to those who need attention way too early,

And dream of a place filled with peace and rest.

My warm bed.

Sometimes, as the sun goes does,

We await the darkness,

Just to shut out the noise of the day,

And all the dilemmas we have left open again.

Then, we make a trip to a friend who can see our day,

And our night,

In a way we cannot easily discern,

So they throw a firework into the darkening sky.

And all becomes clear once again.