Simply here

A poem of gratitude

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.