A meeting place, this line unbroken

Where sky and sea embrace

A whisper, breathing words unspoken

Echoing through time and space

The tree stands tall in thirst for light

And toils unseen beneath the ground

Then rain descends and brings respite

Here too are horizons found

When sight roams far just to behold

Its limits we see clear

The breath that moves and shakes the soul

The horizon that dwells right here

Yet to screens and cities the limbs resign

Attention spread so thin it scatters

In this mad rush who has the time

To learn how feeling small matters?