My secret is observation…

My secret is observation…
Making no sound, I can see every detail…
My day involves thousands of little peeks…
That is how I know everything special about you.

There is really no downside…
Some days I see that I am the same as a tree…
Others I see that someone has given me socks and mittens…
And still others, that my breath is curiously similar to the wind.

I see clearly what is behind every smile and worry line on your face…
Thousands and thousands of happy times and also the heartbreak…
I often wonder why you are so focused on wrinkles and growing old?
Haven’t you realized that you are simply melting into forever?

So, in a typical day…

I never really know where I am going, but I’m always on my way…
I don’t now anything because I’m merely a dude (or dudette if you prefer…)
I go swaying about with my slinky like body…
Staying chill with my care free brain.

So, why do you listen to chatter of the doomed?
It is there that are the harnesses and chains…
Instead, listen to the birds in the day and the songs of the night…
Stop and observe…
There is so much beauty inside you and all around you.

Now you have my secret.

I love you,

Annie