The Things I choose to embrace

I have seen a lone tree sing,
As it belly-danced in the wind,
In a field in early spring.

I have heard coyotes yip
Their voices only, surrounding me
On an ordinary hiking trip.

I have listened to frogs
Their voices a million strong
Creation started with pollywogs.

I have looked in the eyes
Of a small and fearless red fox
A shared moment of surprise.

I have walked along the river path
The sound of water flowing and rain patter
A wet and musical bath.

I have stopped in my tracks
For a small pink leaf in a puddle of mud
Its beauty unique although its setting lacks.

I have sat still on a rock as night slowly fell.
My dog’s nose twitching, my human ears straining,
Sight giving way, to sound and smell

And taking flight from a tree
An owl turned its head 180 degrees
To look back at me.

Magic moments filled with grace
Life’s simple pleasure or God’s gifts
These are the things I choose to embrace.

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