Mellow Monday


Bitterness shifts
when I gaze
upon sunflowers.
Great Artists come to mind
amid the yellow profusion.

There’s no room for disdain,
in the presence of
such glory!
Discord is expunged,
when butterflies
gather to worship.

The problems of the world
in a gathering
of cheerful daisies.
The bees don’t seem to notice
the dissonance
of society.

I turned off the news
last night,
and listened to the singing
I heard the chorus of amphibians
breaking through
the darkness.

Can I make my abode in nature,
where disorder
has no meaning?
Where each particle that falls
holds a sacred purpose!


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