Come with me, tired office worker
Exchange your skyscrapers for mountains
Your asphalt for river pebbles
The shuffling of paper pages for babbling brooks
And honking of traffic for the calls of geese

Sit with me on the precipice to paradise
As time fades and sunset palette cascades all encompassing
Soft clouds billow and rush past in the sky
To be home for dinner
Long shadows of trees stretch along the earth and fade
Absorbed in the warm and pastel afterglow

The sky changes from cotton candy pink to a deeper ocean blue
And stars begin appearing in earnest, clustering upon each other
Until they fill the sky in glittering kaleidoscope
The galaxies wrap around us, spinning ever so slowly as if we lay on a pedestal
Instead of on a dark carpet of grass

We grow roots here
From our fingers and toes, deep, deep into the warm and comforting anchor of the planet
As it spins in the vast void of space, paths circling upon circling
Each heavenly body from Milky way to Andromeda
A baby mobile hung in perpetuity
Where every worry ceases
In the unseen hands of Maker