I believe in spring flowers on the kitchen table.
I believe the moon knows all the world’s secrets,
and if you listen, she’ll whisper to you in your sleep.
I believe cardinals were sent to keep color alive during winter.
I believe ghosts are the physical manifestation of hope.
I believe gardens are the very same thing.
I believe there are 56 days in February,
but every calendar is missing a page.
I believe mountains are the keeper of silence.
I believe there are 9,837 different kinds of love,
each one a leaf on the deciduous tree of life.
I believe music is the wind, whispering through those leaves.
I believe in messes, beautiful, beautiful messes.
I believe snowflakes are the only form of perfection.
I believe light makes us grow, but darkness keeps us sane.
I believe forests remember
every person they’ve ever encountered.
I believe words are the oldest religion.
I believe north is the strongest direction.
I believe we are all in this together,
most especially those who stand alone.
I believe birds were the world’s first poets.
I believe in spring.