Picture yourself walking along the bank of a fresh water source,
’Tis irrelevant it be similar a lake, large pond or dam,
All’s needed is a vast element of a watery ecosystem with bushland beside,
For this moment to unveil it’s serene lackadaisical plan…
Now as you’re walking note the birds in the shrubbery and trees,
Whom are going about their day ignoring your proximity as they do as they please…
Cockatoo’s/galahs/parrots unmistakably coloured fly right overhead,
As you stroll along the bank that’s more often grey than red…
The odd larger fish swims paradoxical in the edge of the water,
For the ducks fishing for a meal nearby are too small for it to bother,
The hawks and eagles perched in the taller of trees however,
Make it’s decided swimming place seem rather far from clever…
You then notice a dragonfly hovering adjacent your current path,
Enchanted you watch as ’tis soon joined by another or few,
All zipping making them hard to follow then they hover or land as though on cue,
One lands on your arm ~ the buzzing of their wings making you laugh…
Eventually though like most things your seraphic walk along this bank,
Concludes as the sun sets too low to continue safely meandering,
Thus you return to your day with body and mind more open to self mastering,
Knowing your moment at least mentally in Mother Natures grasp has an element to thank.
The Poetic Life 2.0 