Ten Years and a wish

you know how it looks when
a plant wakes up in the morning
and yawns, stretching its arms
to how alive the light from the sun
makes it feel. the dew it sweats,
the rain that comes with dreams
big enough to become vegetations.
the dance in the endearing breeze,
their flapping wings
the music when the petals meet,
the mud pour when water splashes
from the friendly fights of leaves
the dirt, the weed, the earth,
the death, the seeds they rebirth,
and how they grow old but stay alive.

leonell echa.