My childhood
Born and died on a hook called quietness
In the stillness growing with contemplative reverence
Until meadow flowers and cattails calm
Burst forth with artistic being again
And now, having been adopted and reborn on the same mountain breeze
My perspective has changed me entirely
To adopt the sun as quite my own
And in moonlight see, to forgive the Father
For as dirt is dead and dies eternally
So the seed breaths quietly, living on in life and death
To reflect the stillwaters on the aspiring breeze
It ends as it began
Quietly
Indefinitely, Me
