Romantic Idealism, Part 1

Skipping methodically
From one rock to another
Until she has crossed
The watery haven
Of her stream.
She flits and flutters
And hums and dreams,
Searching for a place
To light
Where she can think
Deep thoughts of life.
Upon a boulder,
Large and smooth,
She rests her soul
And begins to watch.
Staring into the natural
Wonder of her Clearing,
She sees things
That others could
Never imagine were there.
At peace with life
And at peace with nature
She watches the birds come and go,
She watches a bat frolic in daylight,
She watches the mayflies lead their lives.
She watches and thinks
And lives and watches
Thinking about what it all means.

by Alexandra Connell

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