Sat under the warm waving confident branches
The beckoning call of busy pavements
Rises over the immense rush of a summer’s afternoon
As the pitter patter of water
Comes out of the atmospheric bottle
One can’t help but think
“Is it now?”
Is it now that life has set upon you to appreciate friendly gift of shade by a giant
Is it now that you realise the safety and security that surrounds you
Is it now that every moursel of ambrosia matters even more
Is it now that your brain decided to capture the distant images of terror that you are allergic to
Whatever time, place, ability or safety that it is
You appreciate and thank those that lifted you
And should provide that same favour to others.
There aren’t enough people who populate this globe
That could ever out match mother’s domain
You know to treat her with respect
As you sit under the stretching giant to reflect
Maybe the water’s fall travels around to spread joy
That’s what she would have wanted
