Be Still, Little One

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.