To you
This ground does
Breathe
As it pulses
With being
Steadily

Like a heartbeat
Pushing through
Pathways
Beneath soil
Which exhales
God

Drawing
Its fate
From our source
Where the distance
Between us
Narrows

Entwined
As these colorful
Branches
Of a living
And moving
Tree,

Where winds
Bear hues
Of our touch
And music
Assumed
From existence

Filters
Patterns inherent
Beyond
What lines
We might
See

So the hidden
But tangible
Charm
Of such clear
And present
Divinity

Imbues
Our limited
Transience
With a brief
Yet cosmic
Gasp.

– J. Pigno