Laugh beside the birds

shadowed in the hint of dusk ahead.
Watch the uncultured fields 
crash by in infant waves,
unraveling with the thunder above.
The moon rises in tandem 
with your breath
you speak life into nature.
Stay here with the Earth that birthed you,
soothed you through fear, 
fed you and bathed you, 
Exalted feverishly through 
the land with you.
The temple is our home
And is the goodness of life—
The sweetness of existence 
is our Savior.
You are painted with wonder,
one with the noisy, clattering animals, 
everything and a dash more. 
Everything is the beauty 
of nothingness that remains
when you are a hushed mound of soil.