by Anna, Queensland
Closed eyes that see black, I feel the grass on my back.
'hhmm' take a breath slowly,
Tasting the pollen that floats gently.
I open my eyes and behold,
A sacred deep threshold.
Tall mountains stand majestically,
I'm left to wonder how they grow so valiantly.
Rough ravines that race downwards,
Rocks and pebbles tumble afterwards.
Not just into the mountains you gnaw,
For my heart is beheld in awe.
Rugged trees that stretch to the summit, A true wonder you do not plummet,
Growing parallel to the ground, This phenomenon is scarcely found.
I reverently gaze and wonder below,
At sacred deep treasure you bestow,
Do you look down and see me?
How small I must be!
