musings with smoothie

The world is beautiful. I wonder why I don't stop to notice that more often. Everything is so colorful and real, especially on days like today when the sun is out and the clouds are high in the sky and the temperature is just right and there's just enough of a breeze to make me feel as if I could jump into it as it passes me and be carried along like a dandelion seed. I want the wind to tell me of the places it has been, the people it has passed and the events it has witnessed. This world has so many individual lives, each with its own needs and wants and desires. The wind weaves between us all, riding the mysteries that bind us to the earth and to each other. I want to come along wind; I want to see what you see and gain the wisdom that comes with observing and understanding. I want to be something, to do something worthwhile with this life I've been given. The world is worthwhile. I want to understand the world and the people and animals and plants in it, know the nuances that separate the colors and the ties that connect them. I want to save it, preserve it, return it to future generations with a path for restoring it to its original condition. Because if the world is beautiful now, when we have covered it with our trash and pollutants and erased so many species forever, what must it have been like before? If our generation takes the first step, if we can begin to guide humanity to take care of the world, what will it be like 1000 years from now? Much has been lost, but so much more can be saved, if we just try. I want to be someone who tries. I want to save the world.