My daughter blurted the phrase “leaves can have dimples” as part of an otherwise nonsensical conversation this morning. The silly phrase landed up defining the rest of my drive to work.
Even leaves can have dimples
If you know what dimples be
In the grand scheme of beauty
To a shy and simple tree.
Even rocks host a banquet
If you know what banquets be
In the grand scheme of gaiety
To a sunny rockery.
And when the tear-laden cloud
Crosses winds that blow and blow
Till it throws a thunder tantrum
As its tears begin to flow,
Then the dimpled smiles of leaves
And the feasting of the rocks
Make the cloud that sadly grieves
To ignore the wind that mocks.
Even clouds feel encouraged
If you know what courage be
In the grand scheme of being
To whatever tries to be.
So stop drowning in your worries
And take heart from what you see:
Even leaves can have dimples
If you know what dimples be.
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