Butter

I get a kick out of this poem mostly because

I'm one of those people who got the notion approval was gratuitous.

"Mind your own business" and "don't call attention to yourself"

were deep seeded messages planted in my psyche early on.

I love "the power of sweetness is as great as the power of the river and the sun."

Isn't that marvelous to let soak into your bones?

I'm looking forward to "watching the moisture trickle down

to their roots and then rolling back up again to all four corners of the leaf."

Why can't we enjoy each other in a friendly, respectful manner?

It's easy and free so why not?

Especially with those curmudgeons, all grim and proper?

Note: (I've been known to fit that description.)

So, go on, force someone to feel good about themselves.

Watch them "start to flourish from the effect."

Namaste'