I wonder if trees
ever feel stuck
or if birds ever yearn for a home?
Are ponds feeling stagnant
on hot summer days
and rivers forever to roam?
Do mountains feel burdened
and heavy at times
under a blanket of snow?
And what about deserts,
Are they always thirsty?
I wonder, does anyone know?
But mostly i wonder if
they might accept
whatever they are as a gift?
Expressing their essence
with passion and presence
Whatever the form is a fit ~