Fairy Dust

 ( wallpaperhere )

To see

the shining glitter

of dust on light

         and light on dust

as it dances

         in early sunlight,

To hear

the scolding caw

of morning crows,

and taste

the fresh mid-August

         air.

To be 

unaware

of worldly things,

and absolutely

aware

of earthly life.

Childlike,

silent, am I,

so content with being.

I have no other answers.

( apod.nasa.gov )