Not An Expert

NOT AN EXPERT I am not an expert on the stars or the flowers. I can't think like an expert does. I am not an expert on the stars or the flowers but there are times…when I wish I was. I used to dream how great it would be in this wonderful world of ours to be a botanist who knows the flowers… or an astronomer who understands the stars. But I never got to be an expert. An expert my parents never begat… No…I have never been an expert and I'm okay with that. Because there is a distinct advantage to now knowing everything in sight. It means I'm surprised most every day… and amazed most every night. I don't need to know every constellation to experience the wonder of a planet or a star. I don't need to know the name of every flower to see how beautiful they are. When I walk among a field of flowers In a morning or afternoon breeze I only think how lucky am I to share this beauty with the butterflies and the bees. Every now and then, only for a moment, I envy the experts who have within their power the name of every constellation, every star and every flower. And every now and then… as I allow my untrained eyes and heart to wander free I wonder if, only for a moment, those experts don't envy me.