Whether by chance or fate,
the waiting wind grasps a notion--
passes it on.
Barely recognized amongst the hustle
and bustle of the day,
often, the one to whom its bequeathed sees
merely a disposable whim.
Don't be mistaken.
A gentle spark,
though easily extinguished,
houses within
the light of the sun.
Take not for granted, the notion.
Rather, grant it the time it so deserves.
Allow it to catch--
become a smouldering fire,
to capture each and every gaze.
Let it find its rightful place...
Manifest. Mesmerizing. Praised.
That simple notion's
the seed of change.
