squeezing a hug from an unfurl

...in the shallows of late May's long exhales and regales, tall grasses bend with the wind and listen as do I to how sweet the seedbirds sing, perched flower and feather, whether rain or plain Sun paints all the things that cannot feel the beauty of a moment they are dancing through, each of their parts pause and lean into each breath I take, all of us bidding the day goodnight would never trade memory for more sight...