Don’t get freaked if you get a whiff of me…

Don’t get freaked if you get a whiff of me…
I smell like garbage or something worse…
My hair all splintered and spun…
Why?
I just swam through about an acre of green goo.

Don’t you see?
Life is all about details…
Details of this created world.

The busy world is just a replica…
Not knowing the difference between night and day…
Only looking for gold…
And missing the path in-between.

You know, things like…

Thumping on the soft green grass…
The phases of the moon as they pass…
Knowing how to adjust my wings…
So, I can lift off and slice through the wind.

Rain is so much more than rain…
There is no such thing as a tangled path…
So, the world can have all its wealth and power…
I would rather work with beauty.

Green goo is such a beautiful thing!

I love you,

Annie