Grow tall

 

I often look at the world

around, and think

I don’t like what I see.

The pain. The hurt.

The misery.

So, I transport myself

back to that beach,

just the seagulls and me,

and I remember that life

is also filled with such beauty.

 

The way a sunbeam

can paint a smile

on a statue of clay,

or a rainbow breaks up the sky of grey.

It reminds that we are so blessed

that we have this life,

yet we let it shrink small,

when we should raise it high.

 

Grow tall, little flower.

Grow.

Don’t sit thinking

of the dirt below.

Aim for the sky,

the sun that glows.

Aim for the stars,

the stunning views.

You could see so far,

and all of it would

seem so beautiful

from where you are.

 

And when you look around

at this world again,

try to see the miniscule miracles

that the eyes don’t always perceive.

The way the grass

weaves through your feet,

the way the leaves

hold the trees, the way the waters

flow to the sea, and the way

the air breathes softly.

In a whisper.

Saying.

See me.