day 27… napowrimo
I am convinced we are all like trees and grass
Sky and Sun, Moon and stars, rain and snow
Growing strong and burying our roots deep
Rising to greet the sun in a verdancy of excitement
Dreaming dreams in the vast blue beyond the
Midnight infinite sparkle and super nova
Cycling like the moon in the moody pattern
that keeps calling us to let our seasons winter
And summer, spring and fall, in their rest,
in their exuberance, their spice, their budding.
Do we not know all this birthing, living, and dying?
Re-birthing like the trees and grass, the sky and sun,
The moon and stars, in the rain and snow.
Rotating around in a Milky Way of togetherness
Never ceasing, alway cycling, leaving patterns,
re-creating, re-storing, giving back, taking away
In the ever after, ever more of me and you and us
Doing the same thing, here, there, far away and near
Rooting, budding, greening, living, flowering, dying
In the back to the earth it all goes and we start all
over again, and again, and again
What will convince you that you are One with All this?