They came to me these fiery things,
All ablaze with flaming wings,
Teaching me a way to be,
Burning truths inside of me.
Followed by a mellow lot,
Sharing moment, slow to plot,
Showing me a different way
To spend my time, fill my day.
Slow and steady, quick with speed,
Many ways to fulfill the need,
Of lifetimes wonder, purpose here,
Reason for each moment’s gear.
All our paths, oft strewn with thorns,
Can still begin with bounteous morns,
Potential lies in every beat,
Opportunities with life to meet.
Choices open how to step,
Where thinking, passion can be met,
Choosing where our feet then fall,
We reap, enjoy the bounty call.