How special am I
When I am but the bird
pecking for seeds
in a hand that may feed
How special am I
When I am but the hand
offering grain
to a sparrow’s crave
How special am I
When I am but the eyes
Softening so
As the fennel stalks grow
How special am I
When I am but the fern
Reaching for sun
But not so much as to burn
So special am I
When I am but the bird
Tilting its head
Towards a palm with bread
So special am I
When I am but the hand
extending fully
With grace and empathy
So special am I
When I am but the life
Feeling and giving
And creating with meaning
-July 2nd, 2026