Whispered Wanderings

Do flowers and trees
ask of the wind
“What is our purpose?”

Or do they just do
their tree and flower thing
and simply be?

Is this really the answer
that I seek? Is the purpose of my life
to simply be?

To live in communion
with creation around me,
to marvel at the beauty…

To simply be
in honor of those I love and
of those who love me…

To simply be
inside my world of poetry,
as I follow my heart…

To
simply
be?

klm
9/9/24