I hear a song within the breeze
A confluence of nature's sounds
The symphony of stately trees
So deeply piercing fertile ground
The mountains rising in the mist
Recount a history known by few
The clouds above have formed a fist
A world above the morning dew
Fluid rhythms from the stream
Tucked in by stones and willow trees
This emerald valley lush and green
Convened by tiny colonies
I see a path cut through tall grass
Then wonder how this could be done
A gust of wind had made a pass
The pattern of a pendulum
This hollow knows not pain nor stress
Bright by pastel colored plants
I'm honored to have been it's guest
Held captive by it's rhythmic trance
