Fractions of sunlight
Pieces of the sky
Instants of fluttering leaves
In the untiring,writhing,
Gushing, flying
Downhill rushing towards
The embrace of the mother sea.
The movement never ceases
even in her enfolding,
even in her enfolding,
But enlarges into swells
Rocking the primal cradle
Streaming life outward, onward
Towards the land and to the sky.
We go about our business
Moving through the air
While the sea and many rivers
quietly attend us.
I love the contrast between the purposeful, profound movements of nature vs "our business." Very nice imagery!
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