How are you today?
Your kelp tassles tickle me and earthen beds plow me under.
And from what I’ve tasted, you have been oh so productive.
Your trees dance in the light breeze and puddles sparkle with joy.
If only on days like these I could be as vast and fulfilled as you.
My toes miss you on all this concrete
And my eyes are sore from the glory of your sunsets
But oh how happy I am to meet you each day.
With each new view, new smell, new thing you show to me, I am grateful.