What do you see when the wind blows among the trees?
Colors splatter the landscape with blooms and the glistening of light
The earth is a breathing, moving thing
It is our mother
Do any souls ever leave us?
Do they really leave us?
Do we leave them?
The earth is our soul
The universe is the sea in which that souls moves
What is that you see in the colors?
When the white reflection shows on the water
The subtle glistening of pollen in the air
There is where the souls of our loved ones peer back at us
And there also we see our own soul