The Way

The way the sun selects trees to showcase as it sets.

The way the color green means a hundred thousand different leaves.

The way the edge of a lily has frills like it is going to a fancy dress party.

The way squirrels run with great purpose in one direction only to stop and go the other way.

The way a smile begins in the eyes.

The way a cat can curl into the smallest possible space.

The way the world speaks to me through my eyes as well as my ears.

The way a dragonfly flashes iridescent signals to the sky.

The way the wind dances a leaf in a circle and no one gets dizzy.

The way bumblebees fly as if they just learned how.

The way clouds never cease to amaze me.

The way music reaches a place in me untouchable by any other means.

The way a butterfly pauses with wings spread for admiration and adulation.

The way sunlight makes flashing mirrors out of water.

The way a child sings a song created fresh with each following note.

The way a swing makes my stomach feel.

The way coffee tastes.

The way paint on canvas can spark my mind.

The way distant suns become twinkling stars for me.

The way each and every molecule is so perfectly crafted.