Let's breathe. Let's place our feet in the mud and count the birds' songs without numbers but with our souls Let's let the branches speak to us, the moon flood our skin, the sun flood the land, the flood chisel the river, the bed grow to include us Let's see life so precious circumnavigating pushing on differently a little changed Soon we succumb to the same So laugh with a grim love and peace that you come from the sun sister the moon become the mud and the branch that the circadian chatter of birds will serenade as we breathe.