There are cherries being picked.
Glorious dark round rubies,
One by one filling the silver bowl,
By the small hand of a child,
By the wrinkled, calloused hand of an elder,
By your hand, my dear friend.
There is joy and anticipation
Of the juicy and the sweet,
As one is popped into your mouth.
Imagine that this is what a Queen tastes,
Sitting upon her throne of gold,
While her people look up in adoration.
Please, sit in this throne for a minute
And acknowledge your own worthiness,
As you slowly and carefully eat the cherries,
Enjoying the flavor and the privilege.
Take this moment to recognize your importance
And your place of honor in this world.
There is a silver bowl full of cherries
That you hold with reverence.
Will you share this bounty?
Because, those who see you as Queen
Are Kings and Queens in their own right.
Yes, please, share these jewels
With all those you love and who love you.
This is my journey,
— Nate Long “Owl”