Just today,
I was sitting on the bus
the bus that gets me to where I need to be
helpless, but to stare out of the window
it was such a bright and sunny day
sky, bluer than I'd ever seen
Imagining for just a moment
the carpet of sunflowers that we passed
performing the Mexican wave, just for me
and there in the distance
the magnificent oak trees
applauding their wave
sound awakening my Imagination
birds, chirping in their orchestra of whistle
as the sound seeps in from the sky window
allowing me to hear their sweet melodies
reflecting on the fact that their music is perfect
even without the clever hands of a conductor
every so often stopping
at the red traffic light
allowing the people
to cross the road
making their way
to wherever they are destined to be
and I?
well finally I’ve reached my destination
so very grateful
to have been part of this wonderful adventure
of imagery and sound
finally reaching my front door
placing my key into the keyhole
reflecting once more
on the simplicities of life and…
how very lucky I am, to be alive.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
Offline) - Published: October 22nd, 2026 02:09
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Awakening to life a rebirth each time. This write exhibits images of color and beauty that one is grateful for and give meaning to life in a beautiful world. Nicely done Teddy
Thank you my dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Most welcome my friend
HAHA! Teddy, I got quite a kick out of imagining an entire field of sunflowers putting on a performance just for you! 🤣 I'd probably miss my stop if I were enjoying the scenery that much! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Such wonderful words Teddy, I too feel so lucky to be alive.
Andy
I know you do, thank you dear Andy. 🌹 🌻
What a beautiful reflection on the simple pleasures of life! I love how you transform an ordinary bus ride into an adventure of imagination, where sunflowers dance, oak trees applaud, and birds create their own orchestra. Your poem reminds us that beauty is all around us if we only take the time to notice. And what a lovely thought to end with: how lucky we are simply to be alive. Thank you for sharing this! I'd like to invite you to read my poem, Ode to the Ukrainian Sunflower. I wrote it roughly four years ago.
Thank you so much and I'd be honoured to read your poem. If you would kindly tell me which page it's on I will gladly take a peak. 💜
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