How lovely is the silence of growing things

See them grow, unfurl and unfold

Push through mud, through sand, push through all this dirt and land

Feel the sun, reach the air

Watch it stretch, watch it bend

Watch it wither, watch it die

All upon a single vine. 

How lovely is the soil 

The smell of decay among the flowers

Remove your shoes, your socks, leave them in a pile

Sink your toes into the cool dark earth

Make them home among the worms and moles

Feel the history in between your toes

How lovely is the deep dark earth  

Take off your skin, your muscles

Lose your ligaments, your tendons, the memories that cling to your skin

Sink your bones beneath the surface

Past the remains of yesterday

May your feet finally know rest

How lovely the smell of death.

Published 02.11.18 WIP