Beady, black, unblinking orbs
Reflecting shades of green and brown
Grip softly swaying limbs up high
Soprano cries, staccato lies;
Grey obscuring blue begins
Silent stifling wraiths above
Darker now as colours fade
Falling drops the ground accepts;
Swaying left then to the right
Revealing method in design
Breath gives life to rooted trunks
Rustling shapes respond in kind;
Tearing through the moist divide
Golden beams smelt silent shadows
Shining down on basking beasts
Sharing warmth and love divine
By: Richard Gradner
