Do you think this world has a soul?

Do you think this world has a soul?
You know beneath all the rock, flames and scraggly stuff?
It always seems to be screaming, “Accessorize! Accessorize!”
Yes, it has all the colors…

How about a cricket?
There’s definitely something going on there…
I rub my back legs together and not even a squeak!
What is he/she trying to say to me?

I know one of these days I’m going to figure it all out…
I’ll try again tomorrow…
Everything in this world is continually changing…
Including me.

Doesn’t life sometimes feel like a barrel of remnants?
But I have learned that I can’t hurry the answers I just have to wait…
For me, it is like waiting for silt to settle in a stream…
When I jump in, I can’t see the bottom…
But if I stand very still, it soon becomes clear.

I love you,

Annie