However the wind moves,
Swaying through and beyond you
Feel the wisps through your fingertips
Whispers from ancients' parting lips
Riding into ascension,
Feel the love of all mother
Rush through like a rapid river,
Resplendent

kookaburra laughs
wind is tickling the trees
they can't catch their breath.

rivers tell a tale
of the things that come and go
the world's quiet here