I am thankful for the moon;
that it's occasionally blue,
as if pushing nature to join me.
I am thankful for the roots
which pour out of me, guiding my feet,
gripping my heart to the earth.
I am thankful for dust in sunlight;
floating bits which remind us: things
may not have always been,
but they will be, alright.
I am thankful for my hands;
that I can raise them, take the world in,
carry what I'm able and give the weight
to my being's adoration.
I am thankful for the soul's ability to march,
steady onward, through the rain,
and rise again to meet the heart.
© afterthoughtcomposer
steady onward, through the rain,
and rise again to meet the heart.
© afterthoughtcomposer
photo © Carus
Ionut
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