Sometimes, we as people become so consumed in the mundane tasks of life that we forget to notice the small beautiful things that constantly surround us.

Wake up
Raindrops hit the floor
Now again
Wake up
The slam of the door
Get up
Now look at you follow through

Get up
Without knowing for who
Get up
No choice but to

Repeat
Repeat until you forget
Forget you're alive
Forget you exist
Repeat

Get up!

You are so much more
Wake up
Tell me you're listening 
Did you hear?
The creak of the wooden boards?
The flapping of the birds?
The drip of the faucet?

Wake up
There is so much more
Listen to me
Hear my words
Wake up

Do you feel the warmth of the sun
As I do?
Feel the whisper of cold into this dark night?
Do you hope to whisper back?
Tell me you feel it too

Wake up
Please can’t you see
The stillness 
Between you and me
Stay
Stay with me
Wake up!

Process

Recently, I’ve noticed the people around me and how they interact with the world. I have realized that as most people walk the school halls, they don’t glance at the windows to look at the trees, but instead stare at their shoes. I have also realized that most people hate rainy days because they feel inconvenienced by their damp hair. I have even realized that that’s not who I am. I’m a person who cares for the small things, things I easily get fascinated with. At first when I began to write out this idea, it stemmed from the feeling of not fitting into the mindset of the people who surround me. As I worked through the poem, I came to realize that this is one of the qualities I value about myself. I couldn’t imagine not seeing the world the way in which I do. Towards the end, “Wake Up for Me” became a call to others to see what I see, feel what I feel. Seeing as in the end, if we don’t have nature then what do we have?