I Stood Still

Standing there, silently, on that hill, With head raised, I stood still. Watching white clouds pass over me, Moving steadily and just letting me be. Drawing me into the endless beauty I saw, Inspiring me to view the bees, in awe. Bees that moved, so freely, in the air; A brief encounter, yet, I saw them there. It was so enchanting to watch them pass, Such a memory that will always last. Oh how very small, inevitably they were, Yet, eagerly they went to quietly serve. Carried by just a soothing, soft breeze, Proving much more than the eye could see. A mysterious force which took those bees, To many places like floating light leaves. Those lovely leaves that return each year, A welcoming visit that's always kept dear. So enriched I felt, standing on that hill, Oh-yes, I am glad that I stood still.