Alive on Planet Earth

When the Westerly blows,
and waves crash rapturously on the shore,
when treetops poke their spires
up through the fog along the slopes of Wah'nah'juss,
my heart exults in wonder.

When the eagle's piercing cry
echoes across the harbour,
and the heron picky-toes along the rocky shore
seeking her breakfast,
dogs lolloping in and out of the waves
with loopy grins,
and surfers stand to ride, and fall,
and rise again,

When the morning sun rises
over Lemmens Inlet,
geese flying above in a wavering V,
as the sandpipers whirl and swoop as one
along the water's edge,
and ravens croak their gobble-cry,

When  sunset paints the sky
with colours too fantastic to describe
as the big old fiery orb sinks down
below the horizon at day's end

When just being alive and breathing
in this  forever place
seems wealth beyond compare,
and I most richly blessed,
thankfulness expands my heart
to bursting, again and again,
so dearly do I cherish the beauty,
the sheer interconnected wonder
of Clayoquot Sound.

How grateful I am
to have walked this earth walk
along its beloved shores,
the song of the waves
forever advancing and retreating
in my heart;
how dearly I feel the blessing,
rich with all life's worth,
just to have another day, like this,
alive, on planet earth.


I revised an older poem for my prompt on  Day 24 of Poetry Month at Real Toads:  Wonder

Also sharing with earthweal's open link.