As the days tick by
like the clock of our lives,
we remember the strength
residing in our eyes,
we see through into the
truth of all our lies.
We are the answer
to the questions
shaking up our minds.
We hold the key
to everything that will
manifest.
We are the reality
we wish to see,
we are the green leaves
on the trees,
and we are the cure
for this dis-ease.
In the middle of the garden,
the cat lay
sunbathing.
The plants stroked
the silky fur
and tickled
it's nose.
The day lazily
watched the clouds.
The birds spoke in song
between the splashes
in the tiny rock pond.
Whiskers twitched.
Bees searched for
pretty things
and the lavender loomed
above the grass patch
below.
Dandelions
happily spread their seeds
over the countryside.
