If the wind blowing through and around the trees picks up a leaf,
The leaf tumbles across the grass.
If a sentence uttered from unknown lips crosses into faraway sonic planes,
The words spill into minds.
If fragments of imagination plummet into the concrete layers of reality,
The body forms dreams.
If ideas coalesce from the wisps of other planes, congealing physical mass,
The luster of shape will apply.
If hunger from the intellect forages the spectrum of the heart,
The compulsion will stoke the coins of self worthiness.