“Do you ever notice elements of nature reflected in people? Like the hue of turquoise sky glossing his diamond-framed eyes Or the trill of a songbird at 2am in your best friend’s laugh Maybe in the patter of raindrops against a wooden windowsill in the way your grandmother clinks the edges of her cup as she sips her tea How about the hovering breeze in your sister’s frolicking past bedtime Or an illuminating street lamp in the expression of a mother viewing her first ultrasound The pearly radiation of moonlight in a philosopher’s somber visage And the frothy layers of tides in an old storyteller’s voice Maybe now you notice all these things And maybe becoming what you surround yourself with isn’t a bad thing at all…”