Wake up

Just like the waking up, 

I found myself crying in the waking down. 
Walking among trees, totally in awe.
 Listening to birds chirping and watching the moon shine. 
So much gratitude for the forms.
 The things, communicating to each other, 
being so utterly unique,
 singing their own individual songs.

 I cried and cried, 
and then laughed 
and 
laughed at the utter arrogance
 that 
all these wondrous forms could ever be excluded. 
I even said, “I’m sorry” to the trees,
 the ground,
 the sky, 
the animals
 that I saw. 

I was apologizing for not seeing them, 
for missing them in form. 
Silly huh? 
But it felt authentic.