song of the earth

four stars, or six, or sixteen million stars, someone
is keeping track somewhere, each flaring startup, every
white dissolution. & blades of grass, they fling their
selves in ever more poignant armies across the planet's
flesh; they hear the unimaginable hum of life's motor.
while the sand, each salutory bit, hunkering down into
its place next to each other salutory bit, imagines itself
as unique in the packaging of this vast realm

She sings the song... Can you hear the Song?
Das Lied von der Erde?