Being Human

I saw this and it’s so amazing and so real for the moment. We can never be perfect as people.

Being Human

I wonder if the sun debates dawn some mornings
not wanting to rise out of bed from under the down-feather horizon

if the sky grows tired of being everywhere at once
adapting to the mood swings of the weather

if clouds drift off trying to hold themselves together
making deals with gravity to loiter a little longer

I wonder if rain is scared of falling
if it has trouble letting go

if snowflakes get sick of being perfect all the time
each one trying to be one-of-a-kind

I wonder if stars wish upon themselves before they die
if they need to teach their young how to shine

I wonder if shadows long to just-for-once feel the sun
if they get lost in the shuffle not knowing where they’re from

I wonder if sunrise and sunset respect each other
even though they’ve never met

if volcanoes get stressed
if storms have regrets
if compost believes in life after death

I wonder if breath ever thinks of suicide
if the wind just wants to sit still sometimes and watch the world pass by

if smoke was born knowing how to rise
if rainbows get shy back stage unsure if their colours match

I wonder if lightning sets an alarm clock to know when to crack
if rivers ever stop and think of turning back

if streams meet the wrong sea and their whole lives run off-track

I wonder if the snow wants to be black

if the soil thinks she’s too dark

if butterflies want to cover up their marks
if rocks are self-conscious of their weight
if mountains are insecure of their strength

I wonder if waves get discouraged crawling up the sand
only to be pulled back again to where they began

if land feels stepped upon
if sand feels insignificant

if trees need to question their lovers to know where they stand

if branches waver at the crossroads unsure of which way to grow
if the leaves understand they’re replaceable
and still dance when the wind blows

I wonder where the moon goes when she is in hiding
I want to find her there

and watch the ocean spin from a distance
listen to her stir in her sleep

effort give way to existence

by Naima