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Icy branches against sky
shoes on rock

The ground we walk on, we build on, we play on,

Motes of life harbored in rock, humus, also in you.

The waters:  rain, snow, aquifer, rivers, lakes and oceans.

Flowers for jewels.  Plants for food.  Trees for everything.

Air, atmosphere, the sun.

catalpa tree flower

Your body.

Skin, teeth, nails, fingers that grasp, toes that balance.

Eyes to see:  beauty, please.

Ears to hear:  thank you, please.

Blood, organs, neurons, muscles, tendons and bones.


Your life—a fluke.

A gift handed down via generations in the thousands, or millions.

Either way, they’re no longer here.

And your life is now.

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