Echoes Of Existence Poem by Alison Mujati

Through dawn of spring, when breeze breathes a sound
And birds' songs have a feeling,
You know to be sane,
To be human and smell your identity,
Yet you blend into nature,
Feel like you're not,
And forget you exist, ice cold,
So calm, so cold,
They could call your name,
It's a feeling you wouldn't recognize,
Temporarily, you cease to be human,
Still, you are, through existence,
Through the air you breathe,

In this silence, you find your soul,
A part of the earth, made whole,
Your heartbeat echoes, wild and free,
A symphony of you and the tree,
In this moment, you are one,
With the universe, beneath the sun,
Your existence, a fleeting thought,
A whispered secret, softly brought.