Beauty lies all around us. We forget to look at the simple, small things like fern buds unfurling, unfolding just like life itself. We should walk the fields of flowers instead of concrete sidewalks.  

Spring poem


Forest is awakening...

while I'm walking on the path
woven by morning mist,
my heart chants an ode
to spring happiness.
In every dew drop on tiny
cyclamen leaves,
I see my reflection
and that of
all the souls
that walked the same path
countless springs long ago,
breathing the same crisp freshness
of forest air,
eyes absorbing all the beauty
of these ancient trees,
listening to the music of the eternal
and everlasting
silence...

and a gushing, chilly spring whispering
the old forgotten tales....  


2003
©Mirjana Cesar