The sun on my face,
Trees sliding against a blue sky,
Calm winds and a sweaty brow,
A willingness to try.
An understanding of whims, and nonsense,
Teaching and getting to learn,
A pencil and a tablet together,
Hope that is yet to burn.
Accepting and moving on, fighting
and being able to fight,
Food, a kitchen alchemy fix,
A sense of wonder, what might.
Help in heart and hand,
Test and turn out wrong,
Chips, eaten and built upon,
Voices lent to cries and song.
Beauty to hold and feel,
in flesh, breath and mind found,
Support and sanity, temple trysts,
Myriad forms of love around.
Humble and proud, shall I be,
Grateful and happy today,
That I was born as me this time,
With my life, I can live my way.