mermaidcamp
Keeping current in wellness, in and out of the water
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Each of us goes to work in different places
Some of us fly from flower to flower
Collecting pollen, maintaining nature
Experiencing beauty and service
From the viewpoint of a short lifespan


Season ticket holder for change
Watching the game take a turn
Happened so fast that I question
The way the results will be viewed
We know that our past is shadowed
Can we draw the line on this repetition?


Seasonal change brings nostalgia and excitement
Moving into the familiar with a new idea
That our old ideals and values will become reality
Leaving us with a sense of accomplishment


By soaking up the weather and fauna
By listening to birdsong and buzzing bugs
By tuning into this season of change
Our new possibilities are emerging
From cloudy distant combinations
Now coming into focus with vigor and joy


Linger over here while the season changes
Wait for the glorious explosion of color
Fading into blankets of grey and brown
Skies darken later in the morning
Sending time through a slow transition


Observation of the moment in my place
Reveals abundant opportunity and grace
Neighbors harvest the fruits of artful labor
Tables swell with sensory delights to savor
We spend time in harmony and joy
Our community overflows with blessings


Change comes in waves, moves the doors
Opens new thoroughfares into creativity
Leaves no excuse to remain motionless
Brings real urgency to the time remaining


Withdraw the gloomy forecast of disaster
Take another look in a different direction
These projections have become dominant
Increasingly demented versions of reality
Are summoned up from paranoid dreams
To excuse those responsible from blame
The devastation that results is the same


Time takes shape in leaves that sparkle
Limbs reach out to defend themselves
Straight from the soul of natural beauty
Bonsai is the art of pruning to teach


Conditions surround every move
A startling number of circumstances
Remain obscured, plastered over by guilt
Stars do not illuminate a single possibility
Should we invest in this unclear vision
We may discover that the path
Has been washed out by fantastic goals
The never suited a personal purpose
But were adapted from propaganda
