Be in a field now

Between raging earth and racing skies

Weed fingers reaching

Lower your soul to the roots and seek the light

Seed was spread to the mountains

Brooded in the boiling seas

Examine a dorp of water

A universe of vivid shapes is to see

Mind the calm between the stars then

Overwealming something is

Once you get back and feed some ants son

Be calmed for it won't disappear