Words Of a Feather

If you keep running like you’re running out of time, you won’t be late.

You will, however, miss out on the little things in life.

Like this river.

|

This river has a glowing, sparkling stream that slowly rushes down the creek.

The water shines with a luminescent blue, colored as bright as the sky.

The river twinkles down the stream, for it shines bright like a diamond.

It appears pure, but when one takes a closer look, it is dirty and deceitful.

The water is brown, much like the dirt under it.

All the germs and unmentionables left behind by the animals and by the people.

Whatever river you see depends on perspective.

|

By the river are several flowers.

Some are tall, some are small, some are colorful.

Some have dozens of petals, like the radiant sunflower peaking at midday.

Some flowers are unique, such as a tiger lily blossoming during the summer.

Some flowers are simple.

All the flowers of the river are special, one-of-a-kind, and yet, easy to ignore.

|

The animals by the river are quite a delight.

The birds soar above the river.

They play amongst the clouds and race the wind to get home.

Maybe they wanted to spend time with the soft squirrels.

They dash up the trees, scratching their own homes.

The rabbits come out of their burrow and hop about.

The worms wriggle in the dirt to feed off of everyone else.

The bees go from flower to flower, making the river a better place.

|

Even the most basic bits of nature are worth the attention.

The cool, spring breeze emerging after the harsh frosts of the winter.

The trees are gentle giants – they may be huge, but also caring.

They protect the animals by letting them live in them, even the animals that hurt them.

The grass may be small, but it is near ubiquitous.

It is always around to watch you and protect you.

Whether the sky is clear blue or cloudy gray, the sun will be there for you.

It will watch over you and still shine through with its rays of joy.

|

And yet, we never notice these things.

Instead, we destroy them.

Not out of malice or joy, but necessity.

But we still don’t care.