I laid in my meadow, listening to the hum of our all might mother. Of the birds in the distance, and the soft grass that grazed by my hands. Two cardinals were chirping in hush tones. Four bluejays rushed pass as if in a hurry. The ants and butterflies were no where to be seen. As I pondered on the absence, I felt something lightly touch my cheek. I reached my hand up and felt a drop of water. Opening my eyes to search the skies, everything slowly muted. The cardinals rushing had stopped, the bluejays were long gone. My world was silent. As a quietly laid there, I soon felt another drop, and another, and another, intill they had drowned my pores.

I stayed in my meadow, and laid in my spring shower. As the rain poured, the grass began to grow taller, there roots wrapping around me. Flowers tied themselves around my finger tips. The soil softened and my body slowly sunk. 

I remained for another spring, and another, and another, in my meadow. Waiting to hear the cardinals soft chirping again, for the bluejays to return, and see if I can ever find those ants and butterflies.