Become Aware Of

I leave my window open,
As the fog drifts in,
"Goodnight," They say,
And I respond the same.

I wake with the cooling air,
Upon my back.
The birds are singing once again.
Along with the weird one in the back.

The swamp smells something like Spring,
The grass smells like dew.
I look around and notice something,
New.

This world is the same,
Though our ways have changed.
We are here for each other. 
And will always be. 

For we are all a,
Family.