Pitter patter goes the rain on my umbrella
Sniffing about the brave heart who ventured out
To explore a new place today
Splash goes the rain on my shoes, my legs
Sneaking around the edges of my jacket
To leave its mark on the moment
Ripple goes the rain in the sidewalk puddles
Toying with the distorted reflection of the world
To prove the volatility of reality
Prickle goes the rain on my cold, damp skin
Running silvery paths down my fingertips
To seek its next stop in life
A tiny plant, so new, so young
Up from an inert seed has sprung
It bravely breaks through crusty earth
Its place in life won’t change its worth
In garden or dump its voice is heard
“With two perfect leaves, I’ll change the world”
A careless shoe, so old, so worn
Treads in oblivion or scorn
One step it takes to crush the sprout
That so much time took to bring out
To phony safety that plant was lured
To naively try to change the world
A broken plant, so strong, so wise
From trampled soil yet will rise
It stands up brave with hope anew
Faith still in what one plant can do
With resolve that cannot be deferred
In one small way it has changed the world
Possibility is walking on fresh sand
Running between rain and blue sky
Letting each drop of life soak in
Smiling as the moments pass by
Possibility is dew-covered rose buds
The pristine silence of a first snow
Rapturous moments of an ocean sunrise
Intertwining of light and shadow
Possibility is embracing the unknown
Learning to live in discovery
Opening, connecting to other people
Possibility is permission to be free
Walk through rays of time with me
Dust-filled sunbeams in a wood
Feel the breath of memory
Wind through trees so long have stood
Listen to the past run by
Gurgling brook of mountain rain
Watch as sun and shadows fly
Clouds blow in and out again
Hear the sounds of evening near
Nesting bird calls in the trees
Count the points of starlight clear
Pure and timeless, silent breeze
Bid another day farewell
Wrapped in glorious vivid hue
Taste the moon’s great lustrous spell
Against twilight’s deepening blue
Sit so still that we can feel
The rotation of the world
Time and space now centered here
Present, past, and future swirled
