We are made for the becoming of things,
To catch the current underneath our wings,
While riding on the lazy winds we find,
To let the gusts and gyres, toward heaven, wind.
Our eyes were crafted so to watch the skies,
Our ears to hear the stories of the wise,
Our lips were granted so to kiss the check
Of they that take the time to hear us speak,
Our arms to carry children in their sleep,
Our hands to trace the hearts of those that weep,
Our hearts to swim amidst a drunken dance,
Our feet to walk a road that's paved with chance,
Our bodies shaped to love the easy Sun,
And drink the Moon's sweet rays, and be undone.
by William Bednar
I hope you enjoyed the beauty of my son's words. He goes off for a walk, and comes back with this... I wish my walks were as productive :)
I've added my photography, but so many images could have been used here... I don't feel I've done his words justice.
I have linked this with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open Link Monday .