Musing On Me. Poem by Fay Slimm

I am a wonder of life on legs,
Who can walk with the sun or the rain in her hair
In the freshest of air, and can gaze on such medley
Of beauty that baffles my mind
With all it's diversity.
Then
I love to stand and do no more than listen
To music, that nature may happen to compose
Then to sing in my ear.
Whatever the season I'm just as excited
By hearing these melodies all around.
I try to join in, to the blackbird's surprise,
And sing a duet as he pipes to the skies.
It never fails to make my heart
Alight with delight.
Then
I am injected with all the magic
Of odourous scents, as sweet as a rose
When it's mystic perfume invades
My senses, as nose hits the air
Of clear summer's noon.
Then
I am glad I am there when the leaves
Start to green and unfurl,
As winter takes leave to let Spring
Into the year, bringing it's clear
lovely colours of yellow and palest blue.
What an adventure the young
Time of growing displays.
To itself it is always so true.
Then
I walk and absorb the changes
That happen to all as the warmth
Of the summer brings profusion.
The various colours of girls in their dresses.
The beautiful people who, in passing
Raise hands and broad smiles
In wishings good day to all.
Then
Late at night on lifting my head to the stars
How I am awed by the marvellous show
Of the black-punctured light, where
Holes twinkle out mystery into
My wondering sight.
Then
All such as this makes my days
Of dynamic heart-beating time a gladness.
I cannot be much more than filled with bliss.
I belong to the living and cannot miss
All this cause for enjoyment.
Then
My senses can daily find reasons
To celebrate Me, who has access to music
The universe sings to any listening soul.
Timelessly grand the love
Which I see in the make-up of Me.
Then
This echoes a thought that is
Solidly sound, the thought of a Mind
Filled with love of an Eternal kind, which defies
Me not to be happy with life as it flows
Free through my veins. Musing now at an end,
Celebration of and to Me can I send.

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