Your concerns are global with endless scope, through sleet and sound i hear that under a touch of your eye we arrive into a moment, with hides shed for wings ; these things you bring.
Step upon this ground make it more than it is. It trembles as you tread, happy to hold you, as air is happy to hold you how long you stay or say, now and today.
Once forgot what a lot this is. Not it is not enough to last but invisible and indelible, impacts, then pass. No star to reach for; here and gone, at once.
Pristine, every trace gone, to start clean. As we did. Spaces into habitat, safe, warm and scared, shared in here. A dot on a circle in walls the age of trees.