Bell

Of kneeling in

The taller grasses

Breathing slow

Gives to breathing faster

Systems lean

Towards being with an ending world

I'm leaving room

For a beauty unfurled

The wind and sound

Of feet along concrete

How a feeling is a song

So incomplete

When waves collapse

They create light you see

In brightness i’ll believe

In everything

But thought with care and grace you stay

Yourself with love and wind and pain

To bloom and wilt confuse and fade

To grow like this

The grass is dreaming through the rain