Dancing delusions of darkness
Stealing the show
       from the sun's determination to shine
Green grass the palate
Of the shifting shadow artist
Riding on the wind
And living in the trees
Tending each leaf's turn
                       until a sparkle
The heaves
         of branches and boughs
As if animals come alive
Standing in ferocity
         in their will to live and speak
The comfort of my shaded spot
Unnoticed by the giants
A steady breeze
In this place of refuge
Nothing less
Than the breath, of a kind God