Poem: 5 Minutes of Tea Time

The sky is a solid shade of Baby Blue, dotted with cotton ball clouds.

The crickets, in their disharmonious orchestra, play a symphony that only a deaf person could love.

A black and yellow butterfly appears suddenly from beneath a bush and circles me before leaving to perch on a nearby flower. Is it a guardian angel?

A bee darts from flower to flower, desperately searching for that last remaining pollen to take back to the the hive.

A green lizard dashes across the driveway, as if in a mad race to the finish line....a race against Usain Bolt, perhaps?

It pauses, nods its head as if to acknowledge me, and carries on.

As I write this I notice something out of the corner of my eye. I look up.

A 4-foot long black garden snake slithers across my path, the sun's rays bouncing off its back, as it made its way to the hole at the bottom of the nearby Chinese bush.

The wind gently tickles the blades of lemongrass grass that shimmer with the morning dew.

They dance back and forth as if in a dance of love, a slow rhythmic waltz perhaps.

Pine cones dot the tall, sturdy trees like a crazy game of connect the dots. The trees' branches reach toward the sky, stretching upward in a desperate attempt to touch the Heavens.

I sip on a cup of homemade moringa, burdock root and fennel tea. I can almost feel it coursing through my veins delivering healing nutrients.

That was 5 minutes.

It's amazing what we see when we take time to notice.

Nature is healing.

Here comes a mosquito. (It's the State Bird of Florida.)

Have you seen the size of those things?

Time to go inside!