Observations From A Street Cafe
What is this life, if full of care
we have no time to stop and stare?
Swirling steaming cooling coffee,
bitter sweet scent. A moment to myself.
I watch my fellow insignificants rushing about their daily lives,
obsessed, consumed by those things that they think really matter.
The latest fashion, the fastest connection to a world they never see
Stop! Look up!
Tear yourselves away from the miracle of a world at your fingertips
See the miracle of the world around you!
The North wind doth blow, but gently, no violent temper yet.
Like a shy lover he caresses the trees that line the avenue.
They shed their leaves as tears, shed for a Summer lost but never forgotten.
Tomorrow. In an hour. In a heartbeat this moment will be gone.
Stop! Look up!
Wake up! Smell the coffee.
We are surrounded by wonders, old and new.
Don’t forsake one for the other.
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