My flamingos are steady Still anchored in snow Then see the earth close by And are full of hope A new day is coming They will be free to roam However they are loyal Will remain in place Waiting on me to act What could I possibly do? They are who they are I am not to interfere They have a mission It is to remain dependable And not look for greener pastures They are humble in their own way Lessons could be learned Just by observing them There may be a day When they will be moved There are many locations I may choose to elevate them Place them high in the dunes Make them visible to more Show off their peacefulness Teach us while being tacit Phenomenal truth from the silent ones Are we not foolish people? Always looking for the flamboyant The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow The established rather than the unknown When right in front of us in plain sight Is the answer to all of our questions We are fervent people and seek peace Joy is within us if we quietly look There is no band; no parade The music of nature and The movement of creatures Is all that we need Looking at life like this allows us To answer our own questions The flamingos nod their heads in agreement Stanski March 26, 2020 ^
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