They say we are but leaves.
Unwittingly we waiver
with the slightest caress from the sun.
With excitement we shudder,
when given a sliver of attention
from the moon.
And we rustle
with childlike glee,
when the daytime breeze
whispers its secrets playfully.
We dance, gambol and frolic...
As we celebrate our flightiness of spirits
in exuberant jubilee.
Because today...
We are welcomed here.
We are children of the world.
Seedlings of the universe.
And we revolve around a nucleus,
an anchor,
a steadfast tree..
That is you...