That which dies,
brings life to dine,
On skies so bright,
as eyes at night...
Who’s bark is rough,
who’s leaves are touched,
And roots which search,
my flesh for such...
Vines in breeze,
wave flowers pleased,
To wrap feld trees,
in livings sleeves...
Light of day,
burst through this shade,
And cast upon,
our children rain...
Life’s blood sinks,
through light which blinks,
In leaves which brink,
Solaris strength...
And there we stand,
a human man,
Who’s vision spans,
a great expanse...
An inward sight,
grasps endless life,
The last and first,
so too am I...