Your Lesson

Learn 

this lesson.

Sit next 

to me 

and 

do not 

speak.

Listen

to the lessons

of the world.

They do 

not come from

my mouth

or my 

heart.

Those 

are only 

my lessons

to learn and 

grow from.

Yours 

come

from 

a blade 

of grass,

a fallen 

brown leaf,

a beautiful 

breeze.

It comes 

from the rain

touching

your face

or the fog

so thick

you forget who

you are.

A warm sun

that can fill

your soul 

or a bitter 

wind that 

could shock

your senses.

To skip a 

lesson is to 

not see life 

fully, 

maybe that is

your 

lesson.