obvious or not we choose to ignore the signs at our own peril
the soft morning breeze carries the songbirds’ chorus mixing like sweet cream
uncomplicated does not mean the same as dull it’s simply simple
with calm disruption an unseen hand scrapes the sky absentmindedly
sometimes the warning is too late, we’ve already gotten our feet wet
the sense of wanting a powerful desire is no match for time
we need to step back and revisit yesterday to get somewhere new
the clouds linger on bringing another wet day and puddles to jump
we can’t see beauty unless we first are open with a quiet heart
it’s all consuming when we’re stuck in the middle but then it passes
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