Musing On Me.

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. .