I cry for the trees
The tree in my front yard weeps, “What about me?”
I cry for the flowing waters of the river
The water streaming down over me in the shower mourns, “What about me?”
I cry for the sun peaking over the mountains
The same sun shining through my window whimpers, “What about me?”
I could travel the world, see the great sites, sink my feet in foreign lands, and yet I am simply here. I am here surrounded by the sacrifices of those before me, the land beneath me, and the beauty all around me.
So instead of dreaming of another place, I will simply be here, today, now.