I’m finding words of wisdom in a wishing well
A frog is croaking at me with a mild truth to tell
“My patience is a rainbow and at the end I find
A delicious golden fuzzy buzzing muncher of a fly
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It fills me and fixes me and let’s me play again
As I ring around the rosy I wonder what is next. “
I send a bucket down to fill with water and clear my head
My slippery green friend eyes the mark and jumps right in
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Up and up and up he cries I haul him to the top
I take a nice big swig he cries “this was my dearest hope
Out in nature I will find the rainbow’s start, ahoy!
I am full up out the downspout to seek the sweetest joy.”
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Along he hops I wipe my brow and take my own sweet time
Then clamber in the bucket waiting for my big muncher fly
Yes, wisdom in everywhere for sure, in a wishing well, in a frog, in a fly.
Especially if being in the ever-present moment is enough, except for when an army of well-armed frogs want all the flies.
Or when the flies rise up en mass and smother the frogs.
Some of the thoughts on my mind, rene, -- but I do love your poem.