Nature

I'm at home here.

Here where the light glows green though leaves that dance with the slightest breeze,
changing patterns a thousand times as the sun travels through the day.

Where the fire's smoke finds the quickest path through the towering maple and spruce, wrapping itself around the moss covered branches like an attentive lover,

making its way to the open sky and to all that is God.

I belong here. 

Here where the sun caresses my skin with its warmth and the mosquito bites without discrimination or judgement.

I am a part of it all; intertwined, interconnected;

my interaction just as appropriate and welcome as a gust of wind,
or a spray of sparks, 

flying up into the night sky.