Awakening Innocence

To know of hummingbird stillness.
To feel the pine needle crunch beneath winter snows.
To hear the embracing stretch of pistils weeping.
To see infinite jest in cumulus billowing.
To touch a pebble with curiosity for its origin.
To taste the purity of water from a brook.

Such is to become conscious of the rebirth of childhood.
The wisdom of Life's carefree shovel and bucket.
The wonder of life’s simplicity of love.