One butterfly passes by, drifting upon the wind.
Two beautiful wings – colorful things – stir dust up from the sand.
Three ants march forth – rank and filed, of course – with unhatched eggs above.
Four budding blooms and five new-born ‘shrooms have intrigued a hatchling dove.
Six stones in a pile haven’t moved in a while, but they look as though they may fall.
Seven bees buzz around the flowers on the ground, collecting pollen from them all.
Eight minutes of peace is all that I need to calm my stress, and then
Nine minutes past, I see that I have found a small moment of zen.