Being Alive

In a field of blooms and grass, that I was about to pass, I stopped, to be alone in nature’s powers, I found myself walking in wildflowers, the silence there slowed me down. I took time to look at the show of colors all around until I decided to lie on the ground. Lying there I thought of my days when I was young, running in the sun, and how now, in my older age, it sometimes feels like I’m in the shade of dark clouds. But this morning as I looked at the abundant petals so bright in the glow of early light and saw how the wildflowers thrive, I was grateful to be able to join with them in being alive.