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
Copyright © Beck Mensoff | Year Posted 2023
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