By John Goodie
Can you hear the trees as they grow
Or see the bees make combs of honey?
Can you touch the thunder of a cloud
Or smell the wonder in a child’s fresh mind
Can you see when death might visit
Or taste the beast when he gets near?
Can you smell the pending rains
Or hear the wing of the mockingbird?
All pieces
That make life
So richly
Diverse
And full – of
Mystery
Can you tell?
