Respect

I respect the keys of my PC,
a piece of paper in my pocket,
every movement of the hands of the clock.

I respect the traces of coffee mugs on my desk,
each telling a different story.

I respect every word I hear,
every eye I see,
every movement of muscles
on every face I see.

I respect my feet,
the way they rise,
the way they move forward
and love the earth again.