When I am grounded in Mother
winged creatures fly above
sonorous bugles herald nearby wildlife
countless stars shimmer in the midnight sky
breezes whisper age old wisdoms
cleansing water renews my soul
and my skin is warmed by a sun that has
watched over me since the beginning of
my time.

It is then that I know I have
descended into
heaven.

The Daily Post’s daily one-word prompt: Descend