POETRY | GRATITUDE | NATURE
On the Joys of Life
Our world of miracles
Trees hold up the sky, and are very noble creatures
Made from air and water they are the wisest teachers
Every joy you ever had came with the breath they make
We exchange breath with them — every breath we take
We are human animals, but other animals are joys
Dancing swans, chubby bears, a gliding owl that makes no noise
A tiny spider weaves dreams with dew
Making nest silk for songbirds, too
We saw a golden cougar, all muscle and shimmer
powerfully built, he swam — across a mighty river
Sometimes I wonder where he is, is he safe, still strong?
The memory is joy when the river sings her song
This world of miracles is a tiny speck in space
To have such gifts, who are we, what is the human race?
Isn’t it astonishing, that we should even be?
Nature wove our thoughts from air, something like a tree.
Many thanks to Suma Narayan who made this poem exist by providing the prompt for this poem.
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