Realisation (Aged 18 - August 1997)
I look out my window
I don't know how many times a day.
Nothing new;
Houses, trees, children playing.
I can't hear what they're saying
But it sounds fun.
These things we take too much for granted.
We never realise truly what they mean
Or why they're there.
Today I looked out
And suddenly looked into the pure depth of life.
A Butterfly
As colourful as the rainbow and as
Soft as a cloud,
Landed softly on a swaying leaf.
The Sun,
Immediately behind it,
Was beginning to set.
It could have been any leaf.
It could have been any tree.
It could have been anything else.
Then I realised quietly to myself
That I am a Butterfly.
I am soft, vulnerable to
Predators - Beautiful.
Even if I can't find a
Perfect leaf to sit upon,
I know that I will always
Have a place to land
Beneath the closing of the day:
HOME!
I don't know how many times a day.
Nothing new;
Houses, trees, children playing.
I can't hear what they're saying
But it sounds fun.
These things we take too much for granted.
We never realise truly what they mean
Or why they're there.
Today I looked out
And suddenly looked into the pure depth of life.
A Butterfly
As colourful as the rainbow and as
Soft as a cloud,
Landed softly on a swaying leaf.
The Sun,
Immediately behind it,
Was beginning to set.
It could have been any leaf.
It could have been any tree.
It could have been anything else.
Then I realised quietly to myself
That I am a Butterfly.
I am soft, vulnerable to
Predators - Beautiful.
Even if I can't find a
Perfect leaf to sit upon,
I know that I will always
Have a place to land
Beneath the closing of the day:
HOME!