like a little there was here
far beyond time and fear
in a little cup up-spill
as all reactions went nil
then a little here is there
like a holding of the purest air
why a lot of hate and crime
need a lot more love and rhyme
Sweet little things curled inside the big things
Sweet love there between all that hate
Poor rich things craving even more things
Overeating many things can’t hold their weight
Wonderful lives beyond thought’s old archives
Lots of breathing without dead cement
Lichens dancing, spiders basking
Mind with nature beyond malcontent
Wiggly wormies, squiggly squirmies
Magic mysteries, love all and each
Wandering moments, joyous laughing
Holding hands though they say we’re out of reach