Daffodil

Daffodil 

I don’t like it when creativity will not come

I sit here staring at a screen

Having thousands of things to say

That all seem to mean nothing at all

I think too much

I wonder what difference will it all make

Unfortunately it seems the answer is always the same

Nothing

But can that be true?
Can a pebble be thrown into the sea

And not a ripple be made?
Can a butterfly flap it’s wings

And it not be felt far, far away?
Or is that even what I am here for anyway

To make some sort of major upheaval

Maybe I am a daffodil

I come forth quietly on the waves of warm sun

I spring forth for a time

I show forth beauty

I cause someone I don’t even know to smile

I’ve fulfilled my worthwhile

Then I go back into the earth to replenish the next

I have touched

I am a part

Of Eternity

2/7/18