THE PERFECT SCULPTURE

Nature is a sculpture.

A living, breathing sculpture.

It entices us.

It bemuses us.

It challenges us.

But most of all,

it inspires us.

A DROP OF WATER

A DROP OF WATER

A drop of water.
A drop of nature.
A drop of life.

Clear.
Yet complicated.
Light.
Yet detailed.

Hanging.
By a thread.
Enticing.
To the eye.

So is nature.
So is life.

A MIND'S EYE

A MIND’S EYE

Mesmerizing.
Enticing.
The eye holds secrets.
Mysteries.
Flashing colors.
Streaming lights.
Across a black emptiness.
A universe of knowledge.
A universe to behold.

THE SMELL OF A BOOKSTORE

The smell of a bookstore.
The enticing aroma.
It draws me inside.
Pulling me into its embrace.

Shelf after shelf of books.
Books that have one purpose.
To keep their words safe.
For someone, like me, to enjoy.

Sunlight streams in.
Highlighting the dust mites in the air.
I reach for a book.
Is this the best one for me?

Pages are rustling in the next aisle.
Other people are lost in their books.
Maybe I don't need to pick just one.
Endless possibilities. 

History, mystery, cooking,
Oh my!
What to choose?
Do I need to choose?

I feel like skipping down the block.
I leave the store with bags of books.
Eager to read them.
Eager to learn for them.
Life is good today.