Not Paying Attention

I took it all for granted. 
The sky, the stars, the wind, 
the flowers, the grass, the trees.

I expected to see my friends every day.
It was boring, dull, 
humdrum, if you please.

So here I am, in my mediocre mind-set, 
walking to a friends’ house, not enjoying a breeze.
Not paying attention to the sky, the wind, the flowers, 
the grass or the trees.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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