Watching

Birds chattering in every direction,
The sun shining through the branches,
The bugs crawling up the tree beside me,
The bees humming that tune only they know,
The trees blossoming,
Butterflies roaming,
The grass tickling my skin as I lay here,
Gentle wind wrestling the leaves,
I stare upward at the clear blue sky,
I look across the park at the children playing,
If only I was still a child,
But I am not,
I am a woman,
Yet only a girl,
Destined for nothing,
Only to amount to something,
The world around me,
Watching.

Robin L.A. Shaw