sit in the grass and close your eyes
the silence is so much louder than you think
open your ears and your fists
and start thinking with your senses.

hear the birds singing a song?
every raven, and every dove
has a seranading lung,
flying and singing right above.

we aren't the only ones in love

feel the grass beneath your hand,
can you tell apart the weeds?
tickling the lines of that wedding band,
they all come from the same seeds.

we aren't the only ones that want to fit in.