What you see is what you find
And all that is found stretches out
Before you like a flowing sea
Where water meets the grass so green
And trees overhang like homely eaves
Looking onward, openly
Towers look down like big brothers
Skies above stretch out to beyond
Horizons tall and foregrounds close
Close in on sounds of wandering on
The light it captures leaves so green
It fully expresses natures breath
And longs the father of all to breathe
It grows and flows and sings in trees
It whispers nothing comfortably
With rustling, and questioning,
And gentle flying that's above
Like bees
No humming here yet can be heard
Except those song notes softening
Which cannot be seen
Everything that can be seen is blue
And all that lives above is not
With thoughts more vocal than the leaves
Which whisper psalms between the trees
And cast down children onto cattails
By the meadows pond of widowed ease
There is nothing in this something
There are whispers on this breeze
Neath lilly pads above below
Twix fields of flourishing evergreen
A wish is lost in single breath
A butterfly flys beside this me
And climbs on whispy whims which flow
And lives only to leave
A fallen brown cascades to the ground
And rests on subtle grass limbs green
Outlined by brick and sanding stone
These waters whisper back to me
And creek and scream and visually plead
To be set free
By the crash and falling of a tree
But with no storms in sight
So all of this will continue to be
As clearly as this is today
As visibly as my eyes do see
And this is why I speak in poetry
A breath is not a breath without the breathing in, the hearing out
The loneliness of being alone
And the happiness of being free
From all the complications of the indoors
It is out in which I find myself most being
This outline of the trees look up
The blue line of the skies creep down
And ripples like the ponding pound
A note pressed without a single key
I love the way the sun seeps through
The evergreens and sunken weeds
And finds itself on fallen branches
Tucked beneath the grass so tall
And tidied like the clearest stream
But above all else
The more I think about
This wondering, whispering, wispy, wild, whimsical, breeze
I know that it animates and brings to life all of these trees and all of these leaves and all that I see and I am wonderfully thankful for all of these
Please, would you hear it still?
Help me identify each and every one of these?
I know you've seen, just as I see
Where the clouds like to rest
Just above the peaks of man made trees
And all I can see is these
All I can feel is the breeze
And hear is the song of ease
Which flows from nether trees and natures eaves
Please
These 500 words, originally spoken in exactly 5 minutes, were inspired by a Wednesday afternoon this past week. Sitting by my peaceful pond, I just took out my phone and started speaking this.
Wonderful way to take a break from the normal.