The water splits and reflects the sunshine as it
Ripples and dapples before me;
Sometimes soft, sometimes blindingly intense,
But always friendly, confident and quiet.
I suppose someone makes it all happen --
Yet, the questions remain:
For what purpose?
Why is this beauteous procession just given to us?
Who benefits from our pleasure?
Our joy at the wonders we see around us?
The grass bends beneath my body as I lay me down
To watch the sky.
Clouds drift and swirl above me;
Sometimes wispy and light, sometimes dark and pendulous;
But always too far away to touch or smell.
Why do some people not enjoy life?
What gives them pleasure if not the fact
That they live and breathe?
Where do they find their satisfaction?
I lay still, watching the stars,
And I feel the Earth in her rotation
I hold my breath in anticipation
Of answers to the secrets of my joy.