I was running early morning through the fields

I felt the sound the earth makes when it yield

Long, heavy rain  sank softly through the soil

Where patient worms all eyeless quietly toil.

I saw the little birds awake at dawn

No longer could I feel the least forlorn

Even in a city there are  Joys

In that  silence underneath the noise.

Running home I found the pavements hard

Yet shared my breath with insects, snails and birds.

Yes insects breathe although they have no lungs.

As I run, I hear their tiny songs.

If we could breathe with our whole bodies too

What miracles a human being might do.