cicada tones drone in murmur
through the breeze combing my hair.
the earth holds me close in comfort––
sweet grass scenting my breath.
a cat tail hooks left, right,
left, right, alternating in play––
hunting the beetle band,
a pounce, a rest,
the humming restarts.
sun and rain merge
into spongey emerald on the horizon,
a swaying canopy,
dancing with my gentle gait.
above the green
the land of wind idles by,
the bugs and birds wander
between both landscapes while I am left looking
upwards through the shadows they cast.
the breath of the atmosphere caressing a soft blue sky
where all can dream freely, from a distance.
the azure, the indigo,
the rarity in nature––
yet most onerous to discover.
Yet the only pigment most creatures can see;
in connecting humanity to animality,
likeness comes in our shared ability
to look upwards
and wonder at its mastery.
green may be the colour of life,
but blue is the colour of living.