not one,
but many, for the transitional
is everywhere about, the sun
heats, but the fall chill negates,
the animals sense the change,
knowing instinctively that soon,
soon enough, the land will be
of humans almost denuded, and
they may go forth, about, their
reclaimed land, writing their own,
history, their own stories and their
own poetry, and the treaty between
nature, living creatures, earth,
and once more,
their national Day of Interdependence,
will be freely celebrated...