Be Gentle

A plea for living life to its fullest, but gently.

Be Gentle

The breeze which so lately
Rustled the leaves of the cottonwood
Now embraces the pine and lifts the hawk
Over the mountain top.

The water that urged the seeds
To push toward the heavens
Now fills the stream and the cup
Put to my lips.

The stars overhead about which
Vincent dreamed and went mad
Now mark the celestial highway
My mind journeys upon.

As the sea is not diminished
By the number of shores it touches,
So the bounty of nature remains intact
When touched by a gentle, caring hand.