Flying Over Childish Wonders

Monday, August 18, 2014

If I'm speechless I'm sorry

You're eyes lost me entirely

When I say I'm in love, I'm still putting it mildly

Young Andrew

You were that kid once, digging holes in the sand.

The grains began to form in the creases between your toes and hands.

Adults only understand that you've made a mess of the land.

"Andrew quit playing with the dirt," they would demand.

But you're just a kid so you shouldn't listen.

You know somewhere there is gold that's been buried and missing.

There's something about nature we take for granted.

Maybe it's the bottles we toss once we've drank it, or the trees we cut down bare handed.

Yet here we are planted on this granite posing for a candid.

Man did we wish the sharp edges were smooth like the sand is.

As close as we are, sometimes we do exist on different planets.

But that's okay, because space and time are forces to be managed.

Photo Credit: Josh Romero

Just some photos I managed to catch on a vacation trip to the Everglades in Florida. Enjoy!