Maybe shadows tell stories too
Maybe the beautiful patterns
Of crawling earthworms
Are Mother Earth’s signature
Maybe the trail left by snails & snakes
Are stories on the dirt
Maybe the silhouette of treelines
Is a natural art unknown, yet
Maybe we dream of being the rain
Or the sun, or the moon, or the wind
To travel the world and see its breadth
Maybe heartbeats are drumsticks
Rolling out the beats for loved ones
And each time we get a hug
It’s an assurance that we are home
Maybe words are not words
Until they are brought alive
Maybe mountains are citadels,
Maybe the jungle is your friend
Maybe love is potent magic
Maybe sunsets are the beginning
Maybe the Earth is only spheroidal in our imagination
Because we can lie on the soft grass to watch the horizon
Maybe no words can describe anything at all
Maybe there’s no war, no bombs, no tears
Because nothing existed but love