the wind moves the leaves

which fall and which land

and alter the ground beneath it.

the water erodes rock.

the earth turns and thanks the sun

for the warmth on its back.

our chimes swing.

fingers cross the bows and string

to bring sound.

our lips part to bring song.

the bird sings for another.

the water becomes wave.

the stars bring us days

and they all say something.

they whisper closely to the next,

i’m here, it all says

leaving its mark through its dependence

im here

we are nothing without a lifetime of conversation