Nothing really happens
Til something moves
Takes control.

Nothing really happens
In the morning bright
Til eyes open
Letting in streaming sunlight.

Nothing really happens
Til words are spoken
From a mouth open
Speaking things we need to know.

Nothing really happens
Til feet move
Heeding the mind’s signals
And control.

Nothing really happens
Til we let Mother Nature
Let nature have the reins
And we let go.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019