While Watering Flowers…
While watering flowers this spring
I heard a whisper
Fairies in the hollows of trees
Birds tussling in the leaves
Perhaps a bevy of socializing bees
Or a gaggle of friendly geese
Squatting on my hands and knees
I see,
Nothing, nothing, nothing
Just swaying of the trees
But my imagination says otherwise
The twittering fairies had tapped me on the nose
The red-bellied birds fluttered too close
Those bees swirled about as if dancing with me
And the geese majestically fluttered and floated down stream
All while watering flowers this spring.
Photo By Shalita Compton ©
After finishing this poem I realized it is about me. I refuse to accept life as a boring, mundane existence. I believe in miracles and fate. I believe in daydreaming and I see beauty in the not so beautiful. I don't see life as simply swaying of trees, instead I see the supernatural and the extraordinarily beautiful. I see so much more than just trees swaying in a summer breeze. This is the key to my happiness.