For Things Just to Be

Sometimes I just wonder,

I ponder longingly.

On how much power it takes one

To let things just be.

I wonder how beautiful

All that is around me, could be,

If no one touched, tampered with or teased,

Its inherent beauty.

I think of atoms, electrons and protons,

Neutrons and energy

Matter and mind become one

When we can let things be.

I think of reactions, processes

Forces- friction and gravity

That created what would be a wonderful world

If we would just let it be.

Now I will jumble up my sentences

And forget to cross the t's

And won't wait for you to correct me,

For I'll just let it be.

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