My spirit

What is my spirit? Where does it burn? In the beauty of a sunset as it bounces across the sea. To watch the room glow brighter with the dawn of a new day. To feel the sting of a fresh blown in rain. To watch clouds rumble and pass across the sky. To hear lightning strike in distant land. To plant a bulb and waiting to see. The smell of freshly cut grass or hay in the field. Soft, sweet puppies with breath. Talks late at night until I can sleep. Warmth of love cradled in the heart. Rainbows chasing atop a tree. Snow capped mountains majestic to view. Tiny, little rens learning to fly. Puffed up toads waiting for a bug. First lightning bugs blinking in May. Clean, soft sheets to lay on at night. Soap, smelling faces I kiss goodnight on the cheek. Muddy pants from the game Friday night. Laughing so hard at crisis we've endured. Crying and hurting when life is too hard. Hearing my coffeemaker start my day. The first cup of coffee in the quiet of my room. Hearing from someone who loves me. A touch of concern when feeling alone. A phone call to ask about the day. To walk on the beach with sand between my toes. To feel the sunburn from a day of fun. To be the last umbrella at the end of the day. Blues and jazz tickling my ears. Slow moving dance or drop to the floor. Thank you and please. Saying have a good day. Living so full each day I am given, that sleep never leaves me with my pillow underneath. Taking slow easy breaths, for my spirit must rest.