You’ll find me- <br />Underneath <br />A mat of damp <br />Moss. <br />No indications, <br />Nor any dates. <br />All I ask is that <br />You remove your <br />Shoes, so that <br />You may experience <br />The comfort that I do. <br /> <br />Search for me- <br />Beneath the copper <br />Leaves in Autumn. <br />Forget your rake- <br />The wind will <br />Do the work, <br />All I ask is that <br />You lie back, <br />So you may sleep <br />With the serenity <br />That I do. <br /> <br />Ask a desert grain <br />Where I am, He’ll <br />Reply “Down! ” <br />I’m sure, but <br />You’re always <br />Searching for <br />Something more- <br />You’ll look upwards <br />And miss me completely, <br />See that I am beneath your soles! <br />And all I ask, is that you <br />Just listen- <br />And adsorb the easy melody <br />That I do. <br />I have become the music of the Earth<br /><br />Lazarus Knix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-music-of-the-earth-2/
