The beasts are sharing the daily gossip
Chiming in over the dense thicket
The leaves brushing against each other
Cheek to cheek
As droplets slide down curves
Into turquoise puddles
Forming above the fresh earth.
The sunlight tries to peek
Through soft openings
Hoping to once again
Greet the eyes below
We wander with only skin
And soul
Making the elements our own
Trading hand for paws
And lungs for gills
As the fruit of our mother
Gives us life away from the brick
and pulsing lights
For the raindrops here
Sing rather than cry
While falling.
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