To Stand and Sing and See

The mountain or tree stands--solid.
It will not be moved
Because it knows its place
In the tapestry of life.

The river moves,
Generously sharing its essence,
Never holding back.

The bird sings,
Knowing his voice
Belongs in the symphony of life.

And I am set free
To stand in my sovereignty,
To sing the river of my being
To see the beauty of life's inclination to shine
Because I have been known
By tender eyes.