Peal back the crust built over my eye.
Spread it open, let it adjust to the light. Let it see the world all anew.

I dance in starlight. Moving to the sound of the whistling trees.
I feel every blade of grass touching me.
I smell all the flowers reaching up to me.
I taste the fruit bared by the plant for me.
I gaze upon its infinite beauty.

I move in sequence to the change of the weather. I don’t try and alter it, but rather change with it.
Born in autumn, born again in winter, born again in spring, born again in summer.