I belong to the puff flowers:
Light, ready to fly.
I belong to earth’s rocks:
Smooth, sparkling, rough, hard.
I belong to this rich soil:
My soul finds freedom here.
Inhale.
I belong to the sand:
Hot, slippery. Elusive. Forgiving.
I belong to the trees.
All of the trees.
They stretch and they reach.
They stay. They sit. Still.
Swaying. Steady. Holding.
I belong to the blooms.
Flowers sweetening the air.
Bursting with color. Life. Joy.
I belong to the river.
Slipping over stones.
Cool, thick, flowing.
I belong to the sun.
Warm, liquid, relaxed.
Generous.
I belong to me.
Heart pumping bold, strong blood.
Lungs fill, diaphragm expands.
Here I sit. Here I walk.
Here I dance.
Here I run. Here I sing.
I belong to me.