You wouldn’t believe

I travel the road in a wheelchair.
People feel sorry for me.
But as I travel that road
You wouldn’t believe what I see!

The edge of the road holds a splash
Of purple and lilac and white.
Wild asters are flaunting their colors.
Ere winter snows turn it all white.

Horse chestnuts wrapped all in green
Have fallen and started to brown.
The maples are wearing bright leaves
Like queens that are wearing a crown!

Great patches of floor in the woods
Are carpeted all in bright green,
Like a pathway that leads to a clearing
All bright behind shadows, half seen.

Wild apples the wind has blown down
Dot tall meadow grasses below.
What we don’t pick up provides
Deer treats under the snow.

Oh many surprises await me,
As seasons change day after day.
Butterflies dance all around me
And deer browse knee deep in hay.

Cars just go speeding right by
And never see all that is there.
Their drivers are just rushing by,
Their minds immersed in their cares.

So when you see a wheelchair,
You needn’t feel sorry or sad
We’re close to the beauties around us
With riches that we’ve never had..

So come and walk a while with me
I’ll gladly share my world
From butterflies to tiny blooms
Whose petals just unfurled.

BRY