Look at how beautiful I was created. See all that I offer up so freely to the
world. For hummingbirds, bees and tiny
insects I provide nourishment and a place to land and rest, while for others
who happen by it is their soul that is nourished just by the sight of me.
Yet, for many, my appearance and passing matter
not, so busy are their minds fretting over things that may never happen, creating
conflicts that don’t exist, and living in a virtual world while missing so many
miracles of their own.
I wonder if they would spend their lifetime any
differently if they knew it was as finite as mine.
This beauty
blooms in my garden once a year in July.
I’ve been fortunate to witness it for the two years that I have lived
here.
