Flowers so tiny they scarcely seem to exist.
A soft breeze bringing a slight chill.
Birds huddled in trees, so loud, crying for attention.
But the flowers.
Ignore the trash, ignore
The dead grass and decomposing fruit.
Focus on the white snowdrops,
The yellow daisies that dot the hill
And sway in the wind as if listening to a moving song.
Sit among the flowers and try,
Try to imagine a simpler time when
You did not have stress, you did not have worry
And you sat and you sat and you sat.
Get up and walk, and the small grasshoppers
Leap at every step, quickly and swiftly.
The flowers pop up from where you sat.
It is like you were never there.