Gratitude

Breaking small,
fallen branches
into kindling
for my stove,
I am grateful
to the wind
that dropped
them,
the trees
that bore
them,
the sun
that nurtured
the trees,
the earth
that fed
those trees,
the rain
that watered
them,
the God
the made all
of this.
So much
magnificent effort,
that one
insignificant man
might be warmed.
  - mce