Next of Kin

Awed blessings to all.

Yes, to all. To all.

Some sit still, some swim.

Some sway in the wind.

Some slither, some crawl.

Some flutter, some soar.

Some rise, and then fall.

Some sink, and some float.

Some simply flow, flow.

Some morph, and some grow.

Some hop high, some deep dive.

Some mate, and then die.

Some walk on two, four, six,

on a hundred, thousand feet.

Some breathe, yawn and sneeze. 

Some don’t, still exist.

None good, none bad, 

none better than all. 

All our relations.

All part of the whole.