Rooster’s sing
to island breeze,
orange flowers sway
and green leaves speak.

They teach me what
it means to be,
no more, no less,
just pared down me.

Who doesn’t have to
do anything or
try anything or
say anything or
be something else
to be valued & seen – –

Except live the Love
I have inside,
and trust it to direct me
wherever it heeds.