Blue World

Again the sunlight and wind creates a rippling effect across the backyard lawn. While the noises of this small town bleed through the wind. I dream in the colors of green as a freightliner passes on the highway. The engines soft roar reminding everyone of the importance of earning money. Banned to poverty I once looked at things like a beautiful home and cash on hand with envy. Now I simply count my blessings while the laundry dries in the breeze. 

I look through the sunlit leaves and see the veins of life shine through. Much like the veins that peek through my skin, creating the map of life that flows through me. Flowing in and flowing out, my heart pumps blood at a comfortable rate as I sit under the shade. I can’t help but feel connected to the leaves, the sun, and the wind. All moving forward despite our resistance to change. Just like the bathroom mirror reminds me every day.

But I don’t feel upset or very envious of the vitality of younger generations. Watching my kids mature into middle age, while my grandkids grow even more inquisitive. Asking the questions my children once asked me. Time has a funny way of creating reflection, if we use it wisely. As I take a brief respite from my daily chores. The sunlight continues to play along the grass. Doing it’s job of creating and growing life in harmony with the rest of this blue world.