Small flames dancing in the windy meadow graze
Like tongues of fire, set alight by a providential haze
Waiting for the bees to come to pollinate with their seeds
Or to merely be themselves in the grand scheme of things
How often do we let our present pass in our escaping?
For it is now and here, while our minds are elsewhere
To be aflamed by what is in front of us is incredible
But few seem to notice enough of this moment immeasurable
For this instant is singular and it will not be again
Yet we seem to run on in all directions lest the important one
Do not be held by the past or afraid of the future
Who you are now is incredible, a flame of the universe
As we dance in the winds of change
