Watching a Life
 
With its innate peril, the gentle shortcomings,
The much-loved flaws reflected thus so sweetly,I dream of life as it could be;
Joyously serene, a cup runneth over for all and sundry,
Diversity celebrated rather than feared in vain,
Rain drenching long-parched soil,
Sun gently warming, stirring up stray seed
Then
Something fine and new slowly flowering.