a girl sits
by your sunshine
on her bed
in her dorm room
one of twenty three halls
of her university
settled in a corner
a dot on the map
where Earth is spread out
a planet among the rest of the solar system
nestled in the milky way galaxy
one of billion galaxies
in the infinite space
how can she feel anything less than wonder, when she is alive in all of this brilliant magnificence?
the trees are dancing. they keep dancing, and dancing, and dancing. when the girl sits upright, they’re dancing. when she lays upside down on her bed, they’re dancing. they’re so free in the wind, she thinks, they must be happy. but how can plants be capable of happiness? no. how would she know? unless a plant tells her personally that it doesn’t feel happiness, she can’t possibly rule that thought out.
there’s so much she doesn’t know about the world.
she’s so glad to be alive, she can’t even describe this feeling bursting at the seams in her physical being. it’s something like peace, but a peace that overflows.
so she just listens to the sound of the leaves, and the sound of her ecstatic heart.
and she waits for other miracles that the universe has to offer.
yes. the way the trees are dancing is a miracle to her too.