HIDDEN UNDERGROUND

The field is a luxurious place to sit

and enjoy the growth of nature; the items

missing and those left behind.

It’s a flat cathedral.  Every spot the

hidden pinnacle of a steeple, pointing

to heaven.

 

The song is within the breezes, warm

and cool.  The heads of weeds and wild flowers

Hum their own tune.

 

Lay down flat and feel the pulse of its life;

the rocks and treasures hidden in the depths

of unrevealed layers.  The surrounding fragrance

is mild and open.

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