If a hummingbird lit on my hand
Would I be changed?
Would secrets be disclosed?
The sky so blue, should look the same
With clouds of white floating by

If a butterfly followed me home
Would my life be complete?
Would I know my purpose?
The grass so green, should glisten with dew
With clover strewn about

If a yellow bellied turtle crossed my path
Would I know to pause and take a breath?
Would I feel it's healing power?
The tall marsh grasses dancing in the breeze
Harboring mysteries