Some things exist That we can’t explain Try as we may Questions remain Curiosity, wonder Answers to chase An undiscovered pattern We cannot trace With our eyes Our fingers Our inquisitive minds Yet, some mysteries Are not humankind’s To have To hold Nor to define Till death do us part
Beauty Is easy to see But if you take the time To look closer A little deeper A bit longer The extent of True beauty In its fullest You’ll see
What’s your favorite color What does it mean to you Red, orange, yellow A shade of green or blue Can you pick just one Or is it a mix of two That creates the perfect shade The perfect hue for you
As goes the wind and rain The sun-soaked day So goes time It does not stay It’s on its way To be a witness To all of our tomorrows
What can we learn From the wind, the rain? Our troubles are transient As is our pain What can we learn From the moon, the sun? When one day has ended A new day’s begun What can we learn From the changing seasons We all have a place, A time and a reason
The older man has wisdom The younger man does not The younger man remembers What the older man’s forgot The older woman has experience The younger woman hasn’t learned The younger woman protects What the older woman’s earned Though we once were young We will all be old So, extend your hand And accept a… Read More Of Life Foretold
If you were a flower What would you be? I’d be a wild one Born to be free Free to be wild As my nature says, I’ll be With deep enough roots To not be careless But still free Free to enjoy The company of wild ones Like me
How do we find Meaning In a pile of Messy moments? We search We sift We sort For the elusive In the rubble Only to realize The pebble in our pocket Was the answer We carried with us All along
Does the Honey bee know: The strength of its wings, The pain it can inflict With just one sting, All the important things That its humble work brings? *** I’m really not sure What the Honey bee knows But I know what he does Though I don’t know what he knows So, for this, I… Read More Honey Bee
I asked Not so I could find Answers originating In my mind But answers infinite Wide and deep To the questions That I keep To the questions That I seek I asked And now I listen
Jessica M. Collette 
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