I find a piece of myself 

Grounded in the cracks of the cement.

Alongside nascent green leaves

yearning to stretch upwards

in a perpetual mission to grow

Towards a fiery glow

On which the world runs

I find a piece of myself

Among the glittering masses above at night

Where converging luminosities

Seem so certain of themselves

As they construct nimble pictures in the mesosphere

Seeking admiration

And seeking to please

I find a piece of myself

Drifting in the sky as

The Earth turns away from the sun

Painting landscapes

That elicit awe from beholders

And like all things beautiful

Disappear before my very eyes

I find a piece of myself

Floating in the tormented waves of the sea in a storm

Fearing every moment

When the waves crash over my head

And the surface becomes so distant

As if I can never return

But still

I find a piece of myself

Up in a powerful, tall, sequoia

From a vantage point so close to the sun

Where everything is right within my reach