Contemplative Poem

The gardens go on forever,

With each flower taking its turn to bloom.

To exalt to the world

That it is here to express itself,

To share in the communal wonder.

To be apart,

And to playa part,

In the mosaic of life.

As I walkalong I see

The overwhelming color pallet

Of shapes and hues.

They both torment and bring elation to my eyes.

As with butterflies

That flit along in their gentle dance

From one blossom to the next,

So my eyes move

To take in the rapture.

The calmness of the morning

Presents the landscape as though fixed in time

Until an unexpected breeze

Or  misplaced step

Creates movement.

Then time begins again.

Moments are captured in memory

And although the garden will fade

The beauty and wonder will

Linger forever.

Endless shapes, endless texture and design,

Endless shades of colors,

Some hidden from our ability to understand.

Knowing that what I see

Is such as mall part of

The actions of the garden.

Such as mall part of the living kingdoms

That symbiotically survive and flourish.

I stop to appreciate one among many

And understand the need

For that one to survive and thrive,

It must be

An integral part

Of the glorious garden.

Contemplative poem

by L. Brian Deobald

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