Who would think to tell this tree it wasn’t a viable part of the cosmos?

And who would think to tell a leaf on this tree

It isn’t as good,

Or it wasn’t a living part of the tree,

Or a viable part of the cosmos?

And if one single leaf yellows

And falls?

Is it still

A beautiful viable part and parcel

Of the cosmos?

I am here admiring this tree,

With leaves of green and brown and red,

And the idea comes that I, too,

Am whole, and wholeheartedly complete,

Just as I am today,

Not lacking anything.

And out of the blue... hiccups.

Maybe even they are a viable part of the cosmos?

-jenn