This spirit is musical.

It flows like the wind

brushing past the leaves

and the branches

pulling through the grass.

This spirit is pure.

It is as cold as the wind

and as warm as the sun

it is as happy as the birds

and as cheerful as their songs.

It is as patient as a serpent

and as resilient

as a mountain.

This spirit is beautiful.

For it is as bright as flowers

and as radiant as the sun

it is as green as spring

as perfect as the blue sky

and as rich as the pollen and grass

so profusely hanging in the air.

This spirit is life.

For it purifies me

it gives me warmth

and it cradles me.

It makes glad

the sight of everything I see

and makes meaningful

every speck of dust

every stone and rock

every brick

of a house

every breath

we take

every glimmer

of life.