We All Stand Under the Same Umbrella

I hold words in my palm,
place them down—
Grass beneath my feet, wind
at my back, gusts and breezes
A rain water shower,   oceans, rivers,
 streams, puddles—
Naming cloud shapes, vines and weeds,
wild flowers, mountain tops,
mesas and rolling hills
Spirit filled, an open book
An invitation to stand in awe