I didn't know touching a tree could actually make me feel connected
each blade of grass different, every noise, leaf, stick, and stone
the feeling of looking over the edge and knowing you could fall
and what if you did, what if the end was in a place where you found a beginning
people have died here, people have fallen here but I'm not afraid
if I were to fall and be no more, leave me there
let me melt like raindrops into the soil
let me provide for a planet I've only known how to take from
let each strand of hair whisper to the ants
let my once beating chest, beat life back into the earth
let my once soft cheeks turn coarse
let my teeth become chew toys
and my eyes glossy turn to gravel
I didn't know I could taste the clouds
wispy, whirlpools of stale rivers and oceans
air, air is different there
it doesn't feel the same in my lungs
my body reacts different, smooth
every step I take shakes the earth
like the earth is my drum, my legs drumsticks
playing a song of life reminding me
touching a tree can actually make me feel connected
I think I'm in love with the simplicity
the lack of man made messes
messing with mother nature
marching to her drum but forgetting it's hers you're marching to
a place filled with things it has always been filled with
changing on it's own, without our help
enjoying it
the idea of falling, I flirt with it
one hard fall can lead to a soft bed of life, after becoming lifeless
but my feet will stay on the ground, my feet will keep caressing the grass
and I will continue going there, to the gorge
where life remains lived and falling remains mystery