celebrating being human

and even after all these years
of living and dying
and being reborn
every moment,
the earth doesn't ask the sun
to dim its light
and searing flame,
it doesn't tell the rain
to slide gently
onto its pliant skin,
it doesn't ask the sky
to remain open always
and push away
the heavy clouds that crowd,
it doesn't tell the wind
to whisper sweet nothings
and gloss over its steady form,
yet, put one human being
in the midst of it all,
and he wants only softness
and compassion
and non-violence
and lightness
and an understanding
that is far from
celebrating
simply being human.