In the unseen grass where shadows play,
murmurs of the cosmos weave through blades,
caught in dance by a zephyr's gentle breath.
The light fractures, spills, and spills again,
a kaleidoscope of thoughts wandering,
seeking form among the fleeting, ephemeral.
Touch the tapestry of forgotten words;
listen as the ground breathes,
revealing paths unworn by human tread.