Mesopotamia and back

At night, under my beige down duvet I travel backward to the beginning of time. The lions roar, the birds fill the sky like a tight moving nets and the fish struggle to arrive at the surface to meet me. They know the land, the tides, the wind. They explore all crevices, have studied the most minute of sounds, and know the motion that moves the planet as well as their own heartbeat. They understand our earth and teach me it's secrets. They are gentle and patient but firm. As their appointed leader, there can be no room for errors and I concentrate because I do not want to disappointment. I have only their faith in me and my love in them to guide me.