My Place in the Family of Things

Blues and whites intertwine in a colorful harmony Branches of trees lined with paper thin greens, yellows, reds, and browns All in different stages of life They will all fall to the ground eventually Gently, peacefully Leaves drop to the ground, back and forth as if they’re waving a last goodbye to the earth Spirals and wavelengths, reflecting bursts of light They speak to me in whispers Please, see my energy, observe me, join me Greet me and I will greet you Hear me, touch me, guide me, and I will guide you The wind reaches its frosty fingertips forward, gripping at my skin Sturdy ground beneath my heels, supporting me from below I can wiggle my toes and greet the soil All around there is energy, the universe is affirming My place in the family of things Is right here I’m right where I’m supposed to be