How is it
That a fish can remain motionless,
Suspended in the water?
Why do butterfly’s wings make
Less than a whisper
When they pass by your ear?
Why do bats fly out
When the sun goes down
And the moon comes out to play?
How do the flowers flaunt
Such a vibrant display,
Like a rainbow of hues and tones?
Why do pennies in a wishing well glint,
Shining in the sun,
Making them look like stars so bright?
How can a snowflake be one of many
But still remain unique?
Why are raindrops caught in a spider’s web
Such a dazzling scene?
Do ladybugs dance and beetles prance
To the tune of nature’s song?
Do the larks and sparrows mind the wind,
Or do they sing along?
Do the busy bees
Buzz along as they please
In the midst of pouring rain?
Does the fieldmouse twitter in perfect delight
When it finds a bit of grain?
What sound does the old tree make
When it’s too tired to utter a creak?
Which path is it we find instead
When we lose sight of the one we seek?
How can a palace be no more to some
Than a lowly little shack?
And when I look in the mirror,
Who will I see?
Who will be staring back?
