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The first touch
of wet grass on your toes
flows up like an icicle
and the breeze wraps around you
like a comforting lover.
The sun has a green crown
and the hill scented air
smells like that moment
when you were five
and your eyes went wide and bright
The ground is so soft
each step lets you bounce
as birds circle you
if you reach out to them
they may pull you up to the sky
The trees are solemn
and older than cities
gnarled with wood-trapped time.
Leaves cup your sounds instead of rain
they uncurl to return your echoes.
There are no miracles here
it has always been.
of wet grass on your toes
flows up like an icicle
and the breeze wraps around you
like a comforting lover.
The sun has a green crown
and the hill scented air
smells like that moment
when you were five
and your eyes went wide and bright
The ground is so soft
each step lets you bounce
as birds circle you
if you reach out to them
they may pull you up to the sky
The trees are solemn
and older than cities
gnarled with wood-trapped time.
Leaves cup your sounds instead of rain
they uncurl to return your echoes.
There are no miracles here
it has always been.
This really put me in the mind of the opening movement of Mahler's first symphony, which has the direction "Wie ein Naturlaut," which kind of means "as if spoken by nature." It certainly doesn't get as bombastic, but the sentiment is there. Structurally, I'm less sure what to make of it. It has no meter or rhyme, but it's grouped in such regular and similar-sized lines/stanzas that it sure makes it look like some sort of structure was intended, though I can't figure out what that is.
Very good mood piece, and it makes me feel calm to read it.
Very good mood piece, and it makes me feel calm to read it.