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.