It was a poem about a tree and being it's leaves, being the ground beneath it, the tree beneath the tree, the roots and water system permeating the ground beneath our feet. I thought of the life above it, the people's footsteps, the road blocks and the sky above them all, the birds and their wings, the air and their feathers. I have thought about the light of the sun and the darkness where the light doesn't reach, the quiet places and faraway places, sounds of frogs in the nighttime and the peace that resides inside me. I picture my grandma, with me, at home in the evening an intangible feeling so bright, so alive, she bends down to feed me, the pieces of warm bread, I am a bird.