I live within the sediments of mud,
below your feet, above underground spud.
I live in the cuckoos' coos,
Falcons' chants enchanting in the blues.
I live amongst the running feet,
sprinting knowingly on the unkown skeet.
I live in the echoes of prayers,
amidst the love residing airs.
I live in the core of your heart,
Also in the story which is yet to
start.
-