I’m finding words of wisdom in a wishing well A frog is croaking at me with a mild truth to tell “My patience is a rainbow and at the end I find A delicious golden fuzzy buzzing muncher of a fly . It fills me and fixes me and let’s me play again As I ring around the rosy I wonder what is next. “ I send a bucket down to fill with water and clear my head My slippery green friend eyes the mark and jumps right in . Up and up and up he cries I haul him to the top I take a nice big swig he cries “this was my dearest hope Out in nature I will find the rainbow’s start, ahoy! I am full up out the downspout to seek the sweetest joy.” . Along he hops I wipe my brow and take my own sweet time Then clamber in the bucket waiting for my big muncher fly
Yes, wisdom in everywhere for sure, in a wishing well, in a frog, in a fly. Especially if being in the ever-present moment is enough, except for when an army of well-armed frogs want all the flies. Or when the flies rise up en mass and smother the frogs. Some of the thoughts on my mind, rene, -- but I do love your poem.