Notions

A whimsical notion That whispers in my ear, Then, at the snap of my fingers, It, suddenly disappears. I wish I knew where it came from, Then perhaps I would understand it. I love the dull, yet sweet sensation, But it's not like I planned it. It reminds me to be appreciative Of all God's great glories. Feeling the ocean tides, or admiring trees. If you listen closely, they tell you such stories. Although at the same time tells me To keep a good head on my shoulders. As soft as a trickle of rain, Yet as harsh a tidal wave in the sea.