there is this one life.
this one time,
this one being alive.
this one gift that cannot
be measured.
this one world that cannot
be fully understood.
we are the roll of thunder,
we are the wind
that sways the grass.
we are the rain on the prairie,
we are the clouds swirling
overhead.
this life is too precious
to deny.
it is too big, too intimate,
too wondrous
to say.