If you stand alone to listen to
the dewdrops in the morning
as they fall into a universe that
they have always known,

there's a meaning and
it's
hidden from the ones who
will not listen to
the meadowlarks at lunchtime, or
when the scarecrow tires of scaring
wishing its life was worth sharing
and the spider ***** a snook and
carries on its life of building,
but
we're all trapped in a web of our own
or someone's making and
it's the taking of some time to
stand alone,
just to listen to
the movements all around us
that makes us who we are or
ought to be.