falling gently over rocks,
we do not know its’ motive.
while the rocks know nothing else,
the water’s edge is chaos,
the point of no return,
for the ladybug clinging,
the thirst is close to end,
survival not stupidity,
one voice whispers,
i am so small I can barely be seen
leaving the leaves left
underneath the old oak,
footsteps step over
stepping stones.
on to unknown land.
shoes shooing away,
slippery situations,
keep the heart beating,
steady and sturdy
how can this great love be inside me?
for all it knows,
the owl can hear,
the moon blinking,
towards it.
the face that faces
south tonight,
but north again tomorrow.
feathers rustle when
the breath gets cold,
look at your eyes, they are small
dear deer,
do you dare dance
in the sunlight,
out of the shadows?
the worm can squirm,
out in the open,
when the early bird hides
in the sky once more.
you may not notice
but they see enormous things.
