I come from Here…

I come from Here…
From a place called Now…
Lightly scented with rosemary and lavender…
Spiced with a tinge of cinnamon.

Each day I’m made anew…
So, I can go about strewing newness to everyone I meet…
I have learned that everything is just a reflection of one thing…
So simple it is written on every seed.

And in each moment…
Nature’s fashion always changes…
From the everyday blues and grays…
To the noble reds and golds.

I always ask the question…

When was this story written?
It seems to be missing the copyright page…
Yet it continues to bubble over with truth…
Like the melodies hidden within a guitar.

Do you know how much this oneness costs?
Does it even have a price?
You don’t have to be a billionaire to own it?
It is free, something everyone can have, but no one can buy.

I love you,

Annie