Crows never get tired of yelling up in the trees –
Or God of patiently waiting for us to wake up.
The green world just keeps coming, doesn’t it?
Nothing stops it –
Because it’s impossible to return holy gifts
No matter how much they’ve been devalued or ignored.
Life keeps unfolding like an infinite Persian carpet that’s continually being woven –
With bright colors, intricate birds, and a variety of blossoming flowers
That all keep changing –
But we – we always remain the same – at least that’s what we seem to want –
But can’t, really.
One day, we glance into a passing mirror
And we’re different –
While the people in our lives
Have also been changing places.
The older we grow, the faster it seems to go –
It’s almost frightening –
Hey, life – slow up – what’s the hurry?
Yet as momentum builds,
We attempt to hold onto images, scents, memories –
And a small group of people –
But then it starts going really fast –
We find ourselves traveling at ever-increasing speed towards a dark light –
So why, then, are we becoming more joyful?
Whatever’s out there is way beyond anyone’s control –
But, maybe, that’s why we’ve been so anxious to arrive.