Unarmored

It’s the willow in the wind
It’s the pebble in the pocket
It’s the snow in the storm
It’s the moth by the moon

It’s the water in the waves
It’s the platelets in the pulse
It’s the sand under the stone
It’s the moth by the moon

It’s the lace in the loop
It’s the tongue on the teeth
It’s the song in the sparrow
It’s the moth by the moon

It’s the growth in the grain
It’s the joy of the journey
It’s the presence under pressure
It’s the moth by the moon