yell now, stomp your feet
the trees are bending
an offering, a message
to take it all in, receive it
and give it all back
sun breaking through
mist falls away
i've quit screaming
and tilting at windmills
turn around give it back
shrubs in fine rows
doors that never really close
in my mind strike a pose
boplicity reigns supreme
a love so true
green in blue
pounding on the skin
no double reed this time
walk calm but firm
release the grip
hold on gently
bare feet on the coals
but nothing burns
lines crossing the marsh
birds taking easy flight
leaving all that is harsh
