In the early morning I ride my old bike into work.
It's just an old one speed with one quirk,
it likes to stop at wonders I find on the way.
We often linger to listen with little time to stay.
The birds chirp most frantically on the color of the sky.
The squirrels argue over the choice of trees.
To run up and down as they please.
I sit with them in wonder, and we ask the creater why?
He gives all these wonderful colors bubbling through the day.
Does he give us clues as to his mysterious way?
Why give us beauties we really don't deserve?
But so we can know his wonder so can better serve.