This is perfect.<\/p>\n
Being Human<\/strong><\/p>\n
I wonder if the sun debates dawn
\nsome mornings
\nnot wanting to rise
\nout of bed
\nfrom under the down-feather horizon<\/p>\nIf the sky grows tired
\nof being everywhere at once
\nadapting to the mood swings of the weather<\/p>\nIf the clouds drift off
\ntrying to hold themselves together
\nmake deals with gravity
\nto loiter a little longer<\/p>\nI wonder if rain is scared
\nof falling
\nif it has trouble letting go
\nIf snowflakes get sick
\nof being perfect all the time
\neach one trying to be one-of-a-kind<\/p>\nI wonder if stars wish
\nupon themselves before they die
\nif they need to teach their young to shine<\/p>\nI wonder if shadows long
\nto once feel the sun
\nif they get lost in the shuffle
\nnot knowing where they\u2019re from<\/p>\nI wonder if sunrise and sunset
\nrespect each other
\neven though they\u2019ve never met<\/p>\nIf volcanoes get stressed
\nIf storms have regrets
\nIf compost believes in life after death<\/p>\nI wonder if breath ever thinks
\nabout suicide
\nI wonder if the wind just wants to sit
\nstill sometimes
\nand watch the world pass by<\/p>\nIf smoke was born knowing how to rise
\nIf rainbows get shy backstage
\nnot sure if their colors match right<\/p>\nI wonder if lightning sets an alarm clock
\nto know when to crack
\nIf rivers ever stop
\nand think of turning back<\/p>\nIf streams meet the wrong sea
\nand their whole lives run offtrack
\nI wonder if the snow wants to be black<\/p>\nIf the soil thinks she\u2019s too dark
\nIf butterflies want to cover up their marks
\nIf rocks are self-conscious of their weight
\nIf mountains are insecure of their strength<\/p>\nI wonder if waves get discouraged
\ncrawling up the sand
\nonly to be pulled back again
\nto where they began<\/p>\nI wonder if land feels stepped upon
\nIf sand feels insignificant
\nIf trees need to question their lovers
\nto know where they stand<\/p>\nIf branches waver in the crossroads
\nunsure of which way to grow
\nIf the leaves understand they\u2019re replaceable
\nand still dance when the wind blows<\/p>\nI wonder where the moon goes when she is hiding
\nI want to find her there
\nand watch the ocean
\nspin from a distance
\nListen to her
\nstir in her sleep<\/p>\neffort give way to existence<\/p>\n