The silver beams pulsate
As each lisping cloud swims across the sky
And the moon, warmed by the sun
Smiles, as the sticky summer air
Swathes us in time.
The smell of the humid breeze
Fills your eyes with warm earth
And endless star-strewn days.
The rain comes and the ground
Turns its parched mouth to the sky.
Each act lovingly nurturing the next,
We toil in the midst of a mystical, unfathomable, beautiful accident.