Evocative sunshine
weaving dreams for all
the earthen people,
chanting the trees
and chanting life.
sweet smell woven through the air,
sweet sounds vibrating as waves
through the resin-filled winds,
the winds carressing tree tops.
dancing with the leaves to the song
of clinging, clanging, tingling and ringing
of flower bells and far-away strings.
rocks under feet,
trembling at the earth,
running wild and free,
flowing like the river,
the wild raging river,
sweet and cold,
refreshing the spirit.
not listening to the noise of the city,
carried away by the friendly whispers,
the stone speakers,
the tree climbers.
leaving the adult world behind.
