and like the ocean whose presence is
the world where marine life exists and
giving aesthetic value with its teal blue
by day, black in the noir of night
and so too the azure sky who garners
puffy figurines on its face casting shadows
below and silhouettes of osprey soar about
watching o’er the mirror of the ocean’s floor
and like grand mountain peaks keeping
the sky from falling while at their base tall
sequoias stand sturdy letting streams of melting
tops run down and through their rooted feet
all, know their purpose in Nature’s arms
while I sit here wondering …what am I to be
in the scheme of all this? a conduit of the heart
and eyes to see, passing on from me to thee?
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