Richer

Sometime between ten and twenty-one,

As we make more trips around the sun,

We reject the joy that nature brings

To follow the bell technology rings.

Gone is the long and lazy day,

Gone the afternoon nap a’lay,

Tell me; where’s the joy of sun-kissed skin?

Tell me; how long it has simply been,

Since you’ve given yourself to the gentle breeze

Swirling among the shadows under the trees?

When last did you feel mud between your toes?

Or wonder where the setting sunlight goes

When last did you laugh and just how much

Joy did you take from a gentle touch?

It’s not you, but the world spinning round the sun

Why take the ride yet ignore the fun

Quit looking so close, quit bearing so hard

Unwind a bit, relax your guard

Step back, reassess the larger picture

When you do, I promise, you’ll be the richer

-        © 2013 Marty K Vandermolen, All Rights Reserved