These elements that appear separate

For the first time I see through them… through their perspective

The warmth, the wind, the rain, the seasons in between

The standpoint from which they view the surrounding world

The emotions of the tides and the gracious gratitude of renewal

No matter what is beyond the horizon it is out of their control

They must hold fast to the roots which keep them grounded

They observe the coming and going of generations and the ever evolving sun

They bear witness to the present of the presence