Little green frog hides in the moss
behind a rock,
hopes no one sees
him hiding there.
He doesn't move, perhaps he thinks
you won't see him
if he doesn't
blink an eye lid.
But you do see him sitting there
and you both stare
before he croaks
and hops away.
This is a minute poem. It has 60 syllables, divided between three stanzas. The first line has 8 syllables, and the next three lines each have 4 syllables. Would you like to try writing your own minute poem today? I can guarantee it will take more than a minute to write it. Have fun shaping your lines.
And here is a quote from a book mark my friend Tabatha Yeatts sent to me:
You are the sky. Everything else is just weather. Pema Chodron