With a shy confession, I must admit
sometimes, I dream of perfection
where the road ahead is one of silk
and balance has no objection

Where answers dangle from the trees
as butterflies gently pass by
and happiness bounces, abundantly
as high as the big blue sky

However, perfection would prevent us
from growing through the strife
and maybe being grateful
wouldn’t live in our life

So our heartbeats set the cadence
as we march with steps of brave
We find good in the clouds
as the road ahead we pave

Lauren Scott © 2014
Photo: Hydrangea from our backyard