The Way Nature Lives.
A day with dead-like breathing things;
Whose lifelessness is livelier than
a boring chat, the way it spins
'round the sky, like the spring of rings
is a day that h'avens came to Earth;
The way th' clouds wander on the sky,
The way the stars shine in lone mirth,
The way the sun rules the day's – sky
The way drops favour our soft skin
The way dew blindly covers th' world
The way twilight makes night's making
The way the stars became a world.
The way dawn creeps like a slow snail
The way the pangs of motion creeps
The way we see the breeze of dale
The way the morn stars on sky heaps.
A day with breathless breathing lives
whose silence is known with voices
like the voice of silence, it lives
'neath heaven, like its acc'mplices.
"words from the innocent mind"