The singing trees, their bifurcated arms,
dividing the tongue of the restless wind
which weaves the seamless fabric of the sky;
while light and shadow, in mottled frolic,
contend in playful dance
upon the wildflowers' nodding heads.
And then the wind, a moment, turns
to hearken in brief and silent poise
to the sky-borne, undulating tone,
of distant aircraft, wending forth
onward between the sailing clouds,
whose heads of replicating, fractal design,
stand bold and loud in ocean of azure.
The fleet-winged voice of Echo flies,
'tween cliff and mountain side,
then becomes the call of carrion crow.
The distant rumble of Thor's awakening,
summoning Earth and sky to copulate
bringing forth the fruits of their union,
so fresh and vibrant green
and nourished by heaven's golden breast.