The softest breeze gently stroking skin now and again a swirling fabric of finest denier screening the summer sun the gentle floating fingers waving to the sky when I look up the unheard movement of leaves on thin branches above
A rivulet of water in rocky crevices the tendril on the fence in sweet-pea bloom the smile of the baby's face in the carriage rolling by gentle drops of rain and the whisper on the wind the dreams I have at night as you follow me there
You are here, you are there you're everywhere and I know the mantis tells me so
