The Things We Love Poem by Jesse Fast

The earth is full of the things we love,
From the coyote's call, to the morning dove.
The moon shines on a blackened night,
And little things glisten in its light.
The lone owl hoots a lonesome sigh,
And it seems we feel the Great One nearby.
We express our joys with the songs we sing,
Like the free little lark that's on the wing.
And sometimes before the fire we lay,
And think about many a happy day.
We live our life with hope and with reason,
and we can find love and joy in the changing seasons.