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.