Sense of Sonder

In the woods that I wander,

Came across waters that meander.

Racing like my thoughts one after another,

They quietly drew me to ponder.

With fear that sea of distractions might hinder,

All my life's purpose and the sense of sonder.

I firmly hold the seasons afraid I might squander,

But then fail to grab one or the other.

Pretty little troubles one after another,

Always busy trying to make me stronger.

With lessons and lessons quite hard to remember,

Not sure if I take what all they have to offer.

Yet again I falter,

And more often than not, fail and flounder.

Little do I know that time is to honour,

Before it moves into the wide blue yonder.

Oh am in absolute wonder,

About what more is there to life than to surrender.