Dear Starlight,
Noticing:
The patterns of rocks
The beavers swimming home
The sun sinking behind the mountains
The sound of the trickling water returning to the river
The sound of my voice suddenly singing
The thoughts about it all
The woods I walked past
The trees barely distinguished
The whisper I heard
“We miss the people from before, they loved us”
Wondering:
I wonder why I don’t know my flora neighbors
I wonder why I don’t know my fauna neighbors
I wonder why I don’t know my human neighbors
I wonder if I may learn their names
I wonder if I may learn to see them individually
I wonder if I may learn to hear their stories