Seeds of Genius

Ayesha Hilton

8 May 2021

I sit among the trees

Not feeling the breeze

Fully lost in my mind

Longing for another time

I do not see the leaves

Beneath my feet

Or feel the sun

Upon my face

I pay no head to my senses

Nor the beauty around me

My mind has taken over

Thinking, feeling, remembering

I am grasping for the past

But there is no going back

This is all there is

Here right now

I choose to let the past go

To bring myself

Back to the magic

Of this present moment

Where possibilities lie

Dormant but ready to awaken

All they need is our focus

For the seeds of genius to grow