What I Share With The Water Poem by Elizabeth Middleton

I share it!
Waking to the humming of the birds,
I climb out of my grass blanket, and skip after the wind carrying leaves into the sunset.
I dive in and start playing in the mud. I get it everywhere spreading its soft joy.
Once again, I dance with the wind, and dry the mud with the leaves.
I take my daily lessons from the breathe of the trees.
Taking a break, I'll sit and sun bathe with the flowers.
Joining the rocks, I'll battle them in staring contests taking in all the new points of their features.
Relaxing, I observe the clouds with the undergrowth of my haven.
Full of energy now, I return to learning by crawling with the bugs.
With my time on the land now finished, I'll wash in the sea.
Like a mother, she'll ask of me, 'How did you scrape your knee? ', 'Where did you get that? ', but mostly, 'Why did you find all of these ways to get dirty? ' Then, I'll reply with the story of every speck of dirt on me because, after all, she is my mother and she cares. I'll explore, wash, and sleep there in the sea. The other world under the veil of water. Finishing with my second adventure, I'll lay my head down. Using the sand as a towel and for pillows. I wait and use the sun as an alarm clock to start over.