The mighty between is between the land and air, trees and grass, water and air…
The mighty between is just a precious unseen.
The world where things and beings live and dance and drink blueberry vine…
Or maybe just jasmine one?
Is there one?
The world between the leaves and ground which will one day be theirs. Which one day they meet and… for now they just look each other.
Sometimes the winds bring notes from leaves to the soil and back… and sometimes you can hear all those poems…
And sometimes… You just lie down, and are one with this everything.
Or just look at this different world, different and so breathtaking.
Or water and a fallen tree which still thrives, but prefers to…
Or light, or colors…
Or tiny birches.
Or the past, future and present time meeting together and having a cup of tea. Tea with a hint of mint.