If I were a sparrow
I’d pluck popcorn
On the wing,
From the sticky fingers of children.

I thought it ironic
That brittle leaves
Skidding along the sidewalk
Sound exactly like a stream of rushing water

Transitions we go through as we enter another change in our development of understandings become apparent inside the constant struggle to make sense of it all.

A wandering mind carries wonder of what will be, it gives vision and focus to dreams and desires inside the heart