Look Up

Look Up

Look up,

Look up into the trees,

Feel the breeze,

Upon your face,

Look around,

Are you alone?

Good!

Now raise your hands,

Feel the wind?

How fresh it is,

Upon the bits of palm I feel,

A bit of wind,

And, why should we?

Because,

We are purposed,

For what?

Love,

Only, Love!

Peter Lowell Paulson

October 27, 2014