Once in my bed I lie awake
The time is half past twelve
I believe through and through that my life is at stake
The earth moves around my cells
I feel the dirt under my fingertips
my fingerprint matching the tree stumps
I lay my head kissing the grass with my lips
Yellow and black, a small bee bumps
I begin the process of melting into the Earth
My skin evaporates into the atmosphere
I have been newly birthed
yet my heart is not full of fear
So next time you look up at the trees
Take care to remember that you are looking at me