Stop and look at tiny bugs laboring to climb,
swept away by the wind,
Stop and look at ants working like a freight train,
storing food for the winter,
Stop and look at ladybugs lazily walking,
taken by the wind and roll away, far away,
Stop and look at fallen trees, dead but still living,
producing life from death,
Stop and look at dust particles swept up by the breeze,
suspended in the air,
Stop and look at ribbons of light streak through the trees,
reaching the yawing ground,
Stop and look at people bike riding, riding them
on the ground where the ants work,
Stop and look at the rain gardens with patches of wild flowers,
thriving without rain,
Stop and look at the lake like glass glistening, peacefully
under the lazy sun,
Stop and look at scattered leaves frolicking, swirling,
joyfully all about.
I couldn’t help but wonder… how dynamic life is,
a constant ebb and flow,
I couldn\'t help but wonder… I can overcome and
live life to the fullest,
I couldn’t help but wonder… the city I live in
the people I live with,
I’m connected to this world full of surprises,
with all its mysteries…