The trees are here.
So is the sky.
And so are the birds.
There are forests too,
With the beasts and beauties.
The ever-flowing rivers,
With the serenity
Of a saint
Is here too.
Everything is here.
We are here too.
But.
But something..
Something is not here.
Something,
That has not yet been named.
Or perhaps,
Named too early..
To be remembered by us.
A something,
As old as time.
It is not hidden.
Yet not seen to the common eye.
Maybe I've caught a glimpse or two,
Of that something.
Or maybe not.
