I’d like to be the moss growing on a stone.
I want to know:
What is it like to see the sun dappled
on your face all day long?
What is it like to hear countless
drops of rain become true song?
What is it like to feel the feet
of butterflies dancing in your dew?
Can you smell the pine trees
better than I?
Do you grasp each moment
and hold it closer to your heart?
I hear your answer and accept with grace.
Now I understand.
I am the scent of the pine tree
and the feet of butterflies dancing.
I am the rain and the countless drops
of true song.
I am the sun, the stone
and the moss. Growing, I am