I wish to never undervalue

The beauty my eye beholds;

Or to make familiar the shades

Of life abundantly displayed.

In every which way,

May I remain in awe

Of all the things I simply

Do not understand

Yet hear, faintly

In a not so distant land.

It is a miraculous gift

We have been given:

To sit smack dab

On the surface

Of a spinning globe

In constant rotation.

Not aiming to please

Anything or anyone

But doing so by way of

Natural consequence.

I vow to myself on the bank

Of this rain fed river

To not take for granted

The way it lives and breathes,

Without the assistance

Of my own fumbling hands.