Fruits, seeds, and blooms,
Bare feet pressing into soft, mossy ground—
A green light spills like a carpet
Across an island hushed in surreal quiet.
Water glides over stones,
Each rock alive with shadow and shine.
I lift my gaze to the endless blue above,
Where even the edge of a leaf feels extraordinary.
Earth, sand, and pine needles press into my soles.
Can you hear the echo?
These hands can shift the earth—
But it will never be enough for you.
We are animals stealing from the sky.
Even the smallest insect leaves its trace.
The landscape shifts around me,
Yet the path—worn and winding—remains.