An Urban Jungle

I remember when I was quite young, five or four . . . and I was at a birthday 

party where I was quite bored and lonely for I was so shy and never quite 

knew how to BE with other kids. . . 

There was a beautiful, shady back yard with

many plants everywhere and a lovely lady took me under her wings 

and guided me around the garden for a time, 

sharing with me her knowledge of 

the plants that grew like wild things there . .. 

giving me leaves to sniff and

 insects to observe closely 

and songs of the birds to hear . . . 

I never forgot those moments, 

the peacefulness and the awe I felt . . . 

and I have always wanted to emulate that space 

in time ever since . .. for I believe that that was 

heaven and that lady was an angel . . . 

giving me a gift to cherish forever . . .

 

Today in the jungle of my yard . . . 

 

I remembered the gardens of my life . . .

 

Cultivated or not, life is everywhere . . .

 

Each thing unique to its kind . . .

 

And each thing unique to itself . . .

 

As the canopy of life gives us breath . . .

 

The basics of life gives us strength . . .

 

The colors of life give us heart . . .

 

The windows of life give us vision . . .

 

The vistas of life give us surprises . . .

 

The closeness of life gives us love.

 

 All pictures taken in my tiny back yard . . . it's a jungle out there . . .