It exists,

In the soft vibrations

That travel through the ground

When a rabbit's feet hit the forest floor;

In the crunch of leaves

Under a elephant's foot

As it follows sweet scents

In search of food.

It exists,

In the soft purr that rises

From the throat of a tiger cub

As it enjoys the warmth

And loving licks from its mom;

In the buzz of worker bees

As they move flower to flower

Delivering pollen.

It exists,

In the currents of wind

Passing underneath

A pigeon's wing;

In the trills of a nightingale

As it flies about in joy,

For its first baby has hatched.

It exists:

The magic of the earth;

In nooks and crannies,

Hidden away

From the grey, grey world

Of concrete giants

Scraping the skies

And toxic smoke

Burning our eyes;

It thrives

Within the thrums of heartbeats;

Flying and crawling

Swimming and leaping

Away, away,

From the grey, grey world.