Nature sleeps in pairs of fours
as the new year will open its doors
and falling behind, 2 and three
Their forests begin to bleed of trees
The season put on a secret sexual act
changing, passing, pulling their body\'s close
and soon arrives contact and they retract
laying in a field of scarlet rose
and in the night holding us close
walks from the garden the lord himself
planting the seeds within the wreath
or woven web with dew drops dripping
and fall looks at summer\'s thief
an unending cycle of constant energy
moving the masses and body\'s in space
and the stars make up a holy clergy
staring into the blueberry face
of our earth
