On Earth

The cool grass that would lace my feet, if not for the shoes that cover my soles, is certainly green-- or looks green to me. Beneath the sky blue blanket, a gift of atmosphere to breathe-- Life-giving, priceless green shade from the Sun burnt as money to make room for roofs. My home is here. All are welcome. Open the windows and open the doors. Breathe deeply. Take off your shoes and stay a while.