Being Me

I am fully alive
In ways I give and receive love
To and from plentiful hearts
In ways I respond authentically
In those defining moments
With laughs, qualms, tears
How I react to drowning rain
With a delighted child’s heart
How I immerse abundantly
In a rhythmic mambo beat
How I reflect colourful landscapes
Those brief moments of brilliance
In an evening skies’ demise
Moving in sync with nature’s gifts
How I watch a rose stem
Gently placed in soil grow
Tiny budding leaves of green
How I pluck a chord in tragedy
Nursing back to life
An amused crinkle in red eyes
How I connect with another effortlessly
How I perk up my voice to be heard
As painlessly and vitally as I breath
How I’m compelled to live large
To write, to dance, to sing
For choosing my heart above universality
In simply being me.