Poem

A garden where the plants are free to grow

A garden where the plants are free to grow
is one where beauty abounds at every turn
and only when we try to stop or slow
that beauty wanes and we no longer learn
a vine must be set free to course
up through a trellis or a sturdy wall
so we can trace the tips back to the source
and see it large though it was once just small.
the answers that we seek can not be glean
without the effort to see the nature
you can use technology to replay the scenes
but understand no more than one small creature
then if you took just moment of serene
time to be the whole and not the feature.

Written October 17, 2012

Read it. Don't read it. I don't really care anymore.