By Mary K. Mennenga
It's what I choose to see
Of the world around me
Glancing back is history
Learned
To see beyond what blocks my view
Seeing the wonder of
The living world I stand upon
Is it growing, dying or changing
Could the earth be saying
You take without knowing or understanding
The reason it's there
Each action you take, causes a reaction by me
You seem not to understand you can't live without me
Since you care so little of my well being
No need to worry I will find my balance
It's all up to you if it's
With or without you.
The living world I stand upon
Is it growing, dying or changing
Could the earth be saying
You take without knowing or understanding
The reason it's there
Each action you take, causes a reaction by me
You seem not to understand you can't live without me
Since you care so little of my well being
No need to worry I will find my balance
It's all up to you if it's
With or without you.
With my written reflections done. I've found I have more I want to write in this format. The difference is I'm writing without input from my mom, of course her teachings still affect how I see the world around me. Not sure what to call them this being the first, no clue where I'm going or what will come next. It's a bit of what's been rolling around in my head and in the pages of my journals that I still write in and keep today. Guess if there are more I'll find a name for them then.
