Anything and Everything
Are we the only ones out there?
Are we the only ones who can feel?
The wind in our hair, the rain scattering on our faces.
The spirit that moves and hides in time with us,
It touches anything and everything with the lightest of touches.
A cooing breeze, a scattered sun-shower, the full moon’s reflection in a still pond.
Everything feels the blaze of the sun, the iciness of the snow,
Anything can feel the pain of a cold shoulder, the warmth of a loving hug.
No matter how small, how insignificant, everything has a heart,
Everything has a heart and wants to feel freedom.
Nothing wants to feel lonely, nothing wants to feel unloved.
Everything feels something, anything at all.