Why I'm here

I wrote this poem at my spot this week. It was inspired by the easter egg hunt that was going on while I was there. A little boy really said this to me... it was funny! And also good inspiration! I don't consider myself a poet but I gave it my best shot with this one. Thanks for reading! Enjoy.

"Mommy, that girl is running!
She's gonna get all the eggs!"
I hear as I jog to my spot along the waterfront
Looking up, I notice I'm in the middle of an easter egg hunt
And a little boy who sees an egg.
"Don't worry," I think, "I'm just here for the trees,
and the rocks,
and the waves crashing against them.
I'm here for the birds chirping in the red pine
and the squirrels scrounging for nuts beneath the oaks,
and the dirt,
and the moss,
and the old chimney that sits on the hill.
I'm here to see the sunset,
and the sunrise,
and everything in between.
I'm just here to think,
to gather my thoughts,
and let them go with the ever-present breeze.
I'm here to watch the people laughing,
the dogs barking,
the ducks paddling along,
and the feathers floating in the wind.
I'm here to observe the changes
and embrace them."
But I don't tell him this.
"I'm not here for the easter egg hunt," I tell him,
"Go ahead, you can have them."
The little boy, confused but satisfied, takes his egg and runs,
Leaving me to sit and realize
the difference between
why I'm not here
and why I am.

:-)