the washes
of wildflowers

sway in secret rhythms
the tiny white buttons

of butterflies dance
a chaotic ballet

the stones stand
in the field

sun warmed
and singing ancient songs

when dark demands
present themselves

when the inevitable heaviness of life
hovers above us

and is whining in our ear
take a moment

to measure the music
within you

there rests
the answers to doubt

there resides
the remedy to grief