Be still, little one.
Let the busyness wash past you
Like the breeze that caresses your skin.
The world may be rushing onward;
Little one, be still.
Look down - did you notice
The weed poking up through the ground,
Its delicate leaves unfurled
Toward the early morning light.
Did you forget
To hold a dewdrop on your finger
And see the world a little better
In its crystalline reflection,
To feel each breath rush inside you
And disperse with a prayer.
Look up - did you notice
How each leaf dances,
The sunlight refracting
Through a thousand glittering emeralds.
Did you forget
To hear the humming bees
And know yourself a little better,
To close your eyes and listen
To the heartbeat all around you
And the silence.
Be still, little one.
Let the busyness wash past you
Like the gentle water flowing.
The world may be rushing onward;
Little one, be still.
