Song of the Earth (a poem)

The world is an orchestra 
Of birth and death 
With no beginning or end

The sun conducts its song of the earth
In which all participate
Selflessly bending 
Pushing and pulling
The way confident waves
Tease miles of sandy shore

Fox navigates the tall dry grasses
In her burns a desire 
To search
Every stone must be turned
Look closer 
Where is the essence 

In Fox is a knowing
That everything is one
The hills and trees are the same
The flowers are the same
The bees and butterflies
They’re the same too

Tree sets an example that is plain to see
Of patient being 
Here and now
Oh how he loves
The birds in his branches
The lovers in his shade

The world is an orchestra 
Of birth and death 
With no beginning or end

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Spring 2024