Brown Warblers chant , prominent Black Swans glide the surface
You bring the consolation I've sought with morning audible ,
invisible force , perpetuating my contingency of free spirit thought
Over aromatic , multiple flowered banks of consolation , disabling
physical constraint , where jasmine fields  -
and morning Metta solve life's sought after equation
As simple as the passing day , as honest as the beauty filling -
my grateful eyes , more centered than the mightiest Oak , curious
as the Summer breeze proclaims the coming storm
Lake of morning smoke , of afternoon reflection and twilight
golden songs