I am a live,
And for why?
For what minutes, seconds, days, of lives of trees are we here
And if, knowing that we do not know,
Do we not just bend down.
Do we not throw our hands out and cry to the heavens and to the fields
That though we do not know,
We are alive. A life, watching the water flow over the rocks
Watching the sun fold under the forest.
Watching the seasons change. Feeling.
Feeling God. Feeling everything.
Never knowing. But wanting to.
