Written by Spero
If what we focus on grows lets all become horticulturists of beauty,
nurturing possibilities, sowing the seed.
Notice the ceiling of endless blue
through the slow moving clouds,
The way the sun shines through the trees
leaving a dappled pattern on the grass.
Hear the symphony of birds,
the sincere, tuneful song of the blackbird,
the merry twittering of the thrush,
the animated chatter of the starling.
Feel the crinkle of Autumn’s thick-piled
floor,
And as sun-glinted leaves fall from the tree above you,
you’ll fall in love with the world through
open eyes.
