gold in the air of summer

Poplar leaves, catching the glimmer of the sun, cast soft shadows across my skin. My freckles match the earth, and my lungs are filled with the breath of tree sap, soil and mountain ai. Dirt covers my bare feet, scratched from twigs and dented with pepples. I feel connected to My Mother Earth. I press my palm against the trunk of a Cedar, and I swear I can feel it's heart flutter, it's life rythm beating with mine - we are one universal force, breathing in, breathing out.