The sun arises
Over a cloud of mountains
Grateful to be alive, we are
To the birds and the bees
The flowers and the trees
The mountains and the breeze
You do as you do
Never as you please
To the moon and the sun
Timekeepers for everyone
To the clouds, you make me laugh
With your impersonation dance
i connect with all of you
Do you feel the same way, too?
Breathing as one, mycelium
I watched the sunrise this morning, and the clouds looked like mountains. I still wish to see mountains from my window, and it felt like the clouds knew what I wanted. Then I got to thinking about what it means to be alive and the different manifestations of “aliveness,” with or without consciousness.
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