dewdrops dampen the soil
that runs rampant beneath my feet.
stretching on forever, i can feel the earth
turn to mush between my toes
as the winds rushes by
and starts to moan.
the air sighs such sweet songs
and, into the mist, they leap and twirl.
captivated, little gasps that once were in my lungs
now stretch out to the wind,
now stretch out the waltz.
all before my eyes, wet with tears
(tears that turn my soul to mush).
i wonder who will stop to stare?
dare anyone notice at all
that god's voice once resided here?