The existence is known
My feet are acquainted with the grass
As I make my shortcut off the path
The air in my lungs is a passing hello
From the trees that contain their own mysterious abyss
Beyond my familiar passage
The existence is known, but not known
Fact does not make knowledge
It is buried in the soul and watered by time
Time in the grass, blades between my fingers
Time with my friends in a tree
Swinging on branches
Eating lunch in the air
Time in your arms
Exchanging words
Planting seeds
Wading through the precious water
That allows us to grow together