The birds are swooping, pecking the wet mud
Rain is pattering, flooding my green lawn
The droplets swirl, dancing ripples in the puddles
Caged as a prisoner, I rest my head against the window sill
The birds flap and flutter away, a fun, rainy day
While the thunder batters and rain drums on my roof
I linger here, counting its steady breaths
Longing for breeze to frisk my hair, tickle my cheeks
A roof over my head, warm comfort-rich baths, I have
Hot food on the table, a snug bed to sleep
Cherished moments of rest and playfulness
I now waste in stress
Because that busyness my mind took as normal
Has now abandoned without a goodbye
Why, oh, why, my fragile mind
Don’t you see what you have
Bulbs that light dark hallways
Heaters that warm the night
Idle minutes, imagination’s endless playground
All from the shelter of my home
And when my home walls bore me silly
A green walk leads me to a lake
Then why oh why can’t I wait
Cherish what I have for what it’s worth
And when that rush returns
Round the clock busy traffic takes over the roads
Drowns the chirps of the birds, the noise of thoughts
We’ll cherish that too after knowing it’s worth
