
trees sway to the music of the wind
while lakes groove to a melody all their own
bubbling up from a sound deep within
and pulled by the tune of the moon
trees sway to the music of the wind
while lakes groove to a melody all their own
bubbling up from a sound deep within
and pulled by the tune of the moon
within me exists a universe
of delightful sparkling stars
and densely heavy planets
of swiftly swimming salmon thoughts
and lumbering whale-sized emotions
of chartreuse green ideas springing to life
and ones yet to form
under the depths of winter’s ice