I think about the things that truly matter
A disconnect of numbing games and mindless chatter
To enter into pristine fields, a sparkling state of chance
And frolic in the pleasures where by choice my heart can dance

I concentrate on senses, both obvious and not
A shedding of defenses, focused on what wealth forgot
To seek a joyous ending to the cream of every day
And capture that sweet recipe, to make along my way

I cannot seem remember, ever put within my lap
A more charming thought to carry or a better plotted map
To be nearer to the beauty as a child in open knows
In the light of so much bounty, every wild flower grows

Copyright Kkh 6/29/02