Unexpected Gifts Poem by Jim Yerman

How lucky we are as humans
that on the wings of nature drift
a myriad of wonders...
A host of unexpected gifts.

A seedling blooms into a flower,
an acorn grows into a tree,
a drop of water from the heavens
forms a river to the sea.

The sun ignites the morning sky,
the moon gently bathes the night
there is enchantment in a rainbow
and the twinkle of starlight.

And so I wonder...

Has nature also provide us
with potentials as yet untapped...
unexpected gifts inside us...
waiting to be unwrapped?

I believe she has…I believe inside each of us
on the wings of nature drift…
A myriad of wonders
A host of unexpected gifts.