We Rise

We rise. Like the early morning sun curiously exploring the colors of a new day and carrying hope with each step.

We grow. Like the Live Oak rooted deep and suddenly bursting forth with new branches and drenched in fresh green leaves.

We play. Like the wind in an open field of wild grasses, or a collection of colorful chimes set out to ring for freedom and protection and joy.

We flow. As the rivers that always find their way home, over and under and around and through, sometimes bending and sometimes pushing but always true.

And we love. Like the sunlight fully illuminating every open space, casting the world in light, and even seeping in through cracks in walls and half open blinds so that no place is left untouched.

©️ Cristen Writes