Sensitivity

So much of what I’ve seen transpire
Has been a monumental waste
It’s not a concept I admire
Because it’s all been done in haste.

I haven’t stopped to listen to
A robin’s song or church bell’s chime
Nor watch a lark soar in the sky
So deftly fly, so quickly climb.

It would be ideal if I could bring
An attentive ear to the robin’s song
And watch the lark as it takes wing
To leave behind the earthbound throng.

My life would be a richer one
And much more poetry would be mine
My heart with Earth in unison
Would give my life a grand design.

With old ideas swept away
I’ll cast a more receptive eye
And know I’ll live another day
To see perceptions intensify.