Grateful to Mother Universe

The sky hums low, with a velvet glow, every leaf whispers

what I already know. I'm a speck, I'm a spark, in your endless

flow. A grain of sand in your tidal show. Every breath,

a borrowed gift. Every heartbeat, every shi-i-i-fft. Grateful for everything, mother

universe. Your light, your shadow, your sweet, your curse.

You cradle my chaos, you teach, you rehearse. Grateful for everything,

mother universe. The wind speaks loud, in a sacred tongue.

A language carved where stars are strung. In your arms every sorrow's unspun.