French la Vie

We are the sunlight streaming on a winter’s day.
We are the water soaking through parched land,
and the seed reaching towards the light.

We are the caterpillar in a furry coat,
dreaming of wings.

We are the leaf, swaying in quiet wonder
on the twig that has nourished us,
our reflection shimmering in the water below.

We are the mingled notes of a baby’s cry,
echoing back to where we belong.
We are the sound of silence and the rupture of a volcano,
blending together in harmony.

We are the squirrel scampering up the tree,
our nut held tight with our teeth.
We are stardust, coming together to make our star.