i open my hand
and in my palm
lie blooms with the slightest fragrance
of honeysuckle and jasmine
my laugh calls upon the forests
and the wind rises
its humor meeting me
in delight
my arms wrap around a tree
and its heart beats within
pulsing to a satisfied rhythm
of validation and peace
my feet push down into the earth
my toes covered in dirt
and a distant drum sounds
like a dance coursing through my veins
my eyes always on the sky
whether they flow freely or are dry
they capture colors and lights
and stars and sighs
everything takes a breath—
and pauses a moment
we are full with bless—ed life,
we hold it close and tight
and then we let go
- les’nspired
