In dappled sunlight, list’ning to the breeze
I sit in wonder at the vibrant life
The chitt’ring birds and tall, triumphant trees
That make a tiny speck of human strife
In dappled sunlight, list’ning to the breeze
I sit in wonder at the vibrant life
The chitt’ring birds and tall, triumphant trees
That make a tiny speck of human strife
Let’s come back as trees
Strong
Quiet
Regal
Roots intertwined
Branches entangled
Holding to one another
For an age
How often do I think of you?
As often as the breezes blow
As often as the tree frogs sing
As often as the new sprouts grow
As often as the birds take wing
I love no silence more
Than silence with you
Above the crashing human sounds
Beyond the grey of block and steel
A different, brighter truth abounds
There where we go if we can break the wheel
Sit by me in the dappled sunshine
Beneath the bright green leaves
Whisper in my ear of love and lust and simple things
That I would hear
In fits and starts of wisdom oft
The pen on paper finds its way
Till when you lift the pen aloft
With naught unwritten that you wished to say
Look with me over the edge
Past the tall naked trees
Past the well-kempt lawns
Past the gardens of flowers
And foods
Look with me over the edge
Past the garish floodlamps
Past the overwrought buildings
Past the roads to everywhere
And nowhere
Look with me over the edge
Where something yet unheard
Where something yet unseen
Where something yet unknown
And wondrous
Waits
The springtime blossoms comfort me
Speak to me
Of life
Sing to me
Of brighter times
Bright with starlight is the eye
That opens to the earth’s wonders