Grounded

By Tracy Schruder

I walk through morning dew-soaked grass,

My feet sensing the whole planet’s mass.

A fluttering relief encompasses my toes,

Spreading through my feet, as the earth below knows.

Wet and cool to the touch, I feel no damp or chill,

Every step a delight, my senses stand still.

I become present with the breath’s gentle flow,

Energy coursing up my legs, through muscles aglow.

My skin, a magnificent sensation,

Ever-present, a coating I wear with each creation.

Filled with nerve and sensory stimulation’s might,

Antennas engaged, I feel every single spark’s light.

In this moment, I’m one with the earth’s delight,

Grounded, connected, and shining with inner light.