rrodriguez

The Breath of the Earth

I see the breath of the earth,
quiet and deep,
like a thin mist lingering in the woods.
It carries the scent of the moist forest,
alive and green,
with sun streaks shooting warm light to it.

Untamed, the pulse of creatures
beneath the mossy floor,
moving unseen, unheard,
alive with secret rhythms.

As warmth rises and the mist dissolves,
I find myself listening to birdsong,
competing for attention.
And the forest joins the birds
to sing softly with the rustling leaves.

In the other corners of the woods,
a rooster flaps its wings
and sounds a hearty morning call.
The untamed wind listens,
carrying the echoes of songs through the trees.

Softly, I hear timeless hymns
beneath the endless blue canopy.
And I remain, listening in awe…