Leave no trace

Leave no trace,

walk so gently

the earth feels your toes

as a tickle

and grass springs back

after your touch.

 

Start erasing

with kindness

all the pencil marks

sketching your contours,

all the measurements

planned for safe cutting.

 

Think of your seeds

not as tall trees

but welcome birdfeed,

sprinkled unnoticed

except by the singers

too focussed for gratitude

or questions.

 

This delicate invitation

to make space

for the wide empty,

the deeply soundless hum,

contains a slight echo of loss

and a welcome vibration

of freedom.

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