my feet glanced off the marshy undergrowth, trailing the steps made prior.
it took me some time, but i had arrived.
the ground felt wonderful, soaked up with dew.
i could hear bees, thrumming in sync with my pulse.
i could hear worms, calm like my mind.
i could hear deer, legs racing with my heart.
i could hear life.
life was so dear, so precious. i treasured it as all should.
i watched as dew caught on a spiderweb, light glancing off a ladybug's sheen.
robins' feathers cleaned and sleek.
beetles' wings toned and shining.
the ground was maker of all things.
life was in cooperation.
i was only a product of both, as all things are.
ants crawled over my fingers, but i was still.
i didn't want to ruin the moment
and the ground.