When I see French and Spanish on the ornaments
I feel at home again, never wavering
this is my planet your planet our planet
sometimes I see Tagalog or Cantonese or Somali,
around the corner is Hindi, and Tibetan,
and I love to see the Lakota.
The same spirit burning brightly, hoping
for someone to see us, to discover us
a reason to discover ourselves happy,
the joy of some sparkle.
So when I turn on the lights this year,
I’m speaking universal.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”