Look downFor found treasures:The fallen featherThe melee of mushroomsA stone unturnedA leaf –Tiny tokens of a bigger worldThat carry voices of the growling earthAnd the high pitched hum of skyThe keening of the clouds and theSingsong chatter of grass The greatest gifts are almost hiddenGrounded in earth tones and symbiotic notesInviting us to listenTo the purest of …