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.
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.