A place so quiet
That you can hear the grass grow
Lie on the soft grass
Run your fingers
Through the softness
Of its petals
And listen:
Listen to the earth
The warm earth,
The life-pulse
Of us all
Rest your body
Against its warmth;
Feel its greatness
The pulse and throb
The foundation
Of the world.
Look up into the sky,
The all-embracing sky
The canopy of heaven.
How small
We really are
Specks in the greatness
But still a part of it all.
We grow from the earth
And find
Our own place.