Always Valentine

If plants are the dreams of the soil
And animals the dreams of the plants
We must be the nightmares of the animals
Or at least what they often see of us
Before there were eyes searching
They were leaves stirring
What the light has made of us
And goes on making
Which means eventually
We must become the light
Invisible and yet it falls on things
So we know it's there
Always touching and moulding us
Out of thin air