You have to let things
Occupy their own space.
This room is small,
But the green settee
Likes to be here.
The big marsh reeds,
Crowding out the slough,
Find the world good.
You have to let things
Be as they are.
Who knows which of us
Deserves the world more?
Read this poem earlier today and can't stop thinking of that last stanza. Perfect. (Hugs)Indigo
ReplyDeleteNice. Maybe it'll get me to relax about weeding. ;)
ReplyDeleteAnd how much more it may apply to the animal entities all around us that we are crowding, crowding.