I see you in the carefree dance of the dandelions,
the swift, staccato crisps in somnambulant steps,
the pas de bourrées in afternoon breeze.
I find you in minute droplets beneath the surface,
shrinking and swelling heat thawing rocks open,
angry in their wake.
I hear you in the waltz of stars aligning,
the deafening silence of ethereal constellations─
celestial, and unbothered.