Nineteen Million Things

I will not lose wonder
I choose to be in awe
Searching upward and under
Finding beauty in every flaw
In springtime I love cluttery
Flower beds growing free
And butterflies winding, fluttering
Nineteen million directions before me
And I sit there and wonder
Why I wasn't made with wings
I would fly upward and under
And see nineteen million things
But I'm stuck on the ground
Which is the best place to be
In Autumn I look around
I am surrounded by trees
Who happen to be scattering
Their summer set of clothes
The green is no longer flattering
Instead it's all reds and golds
That in itself is a wonder
Nineteen million shades of fall
I will keep looking upwards and under
And maybe someday see them all