see the snowflakes float down, one by one
observe the buds explode into flower
watch the butterflies flutter you by
witness the leaves turning golden.
feel the icy cold of the frost
hear the baby birds sing
touch the velvet petals of the rose
smell the sweet scent of apples ripening.
be don’t do
be still don’t rush around
go with the flow don’t plan
meditate don’t agitate.
just are like that.
© Sybille Sterk
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