soft leaves brush my face,

and powerful, small bird song

fill my ears,

the breeze refreshes my skin,

the earth gentles my footsteps,

the sun warmth

reaches me through the webbing branches

and somewhere there is the pulse of water,

to quench my thirst,

my eyes tearing up as I find the first 

tiny pyramids pink and red amongst the green grass,

and kneeling in awe amongst the grasses

I worship the

maker

and pray for the takers,

blind to this bounty.