Finding Wisdom (Poem)

I sometimes wonder if wisdom is found…

in the falling of leaves,

or in the hive of the bees?

Or is it in the words

that tremble in the shadows?

Some say it springs from tradition,

our family’s steady flame.

Others claim it is born in strife,

our glory, our pain.

Oh, let’s not forget,

the classic show-and-tell.

Subjects and Objects,

logic and data,

the friends along the way,

and the taxes we pay,

it all is fair play.

Reflections and reason, the turn of each season,

is it worth the wait?

Shrinking our lives, to no surprise,

Surely dries up the well.

And consuming sweet toxins,

surely poisons our well.

As it is for me,

when we move and take a hike,

relate, and emote

revere,

and think twice,

wisdom tends to strike,

When we jell together despite.

-ST