Alive


Snow is here, big glistening flakes.
The ground is white, smooth and peaceful.
No sun, but a world that’s shining bright.
I take this glory within me.

The clouds press down,
Their grayness discourages me.
I look around for some sign of joy.
A mourning dove calls out, its song uplifts me.

Walk through the woods
I smell the pines round me.
The wet earth sucks me inside it.
I waken to my surroundings

The world, sun, clouds, wind and earth
I own them all, as they own me.
Nature, all parts of our world
I can’t deny what makes me what I am.