Count the Glitter

When you start to count the glitter in the sky while lying on the hill, do you feel the grass leaves grow around your arms and legs, always pointing straight up?  Do you realize that they offer you help, each one counting one for you?  They can count but they can't speak—but if they could they would shout their ones and fill you with joy—the joy that is felt only when you can feel the millions around you, all working together to help you.  How I long for you to feel it!  Because when I'm not there, and you imagine that you're all alone, I'm thinking about you, the glitter, and the grass, and I long so desperately for you to feel its help, counting the glitter with you in the night.