One Biota

The delight of morning light, in a ponderosa forest glade, feeling connected to my earthen base , from which I am made, yet, visioning myself moving through space, while sitting alone, among April pasqueflower blooms, in the foothills, below rocky ridges jutting up into blue sky like bare bone, I am observing and listening, seeing the light reflecting and glistening, hearing the caw of a crow crowing, aware of the joy in my heart growing, knowing I am part of one biota