Strange sounds reverberating in my ear
Muffling voices and slowing my pace
Striding, walking, floating freely through gray-blue trees
Half heated sunlight filling my eyes
Forest haze gripping my mind
Engulfing and suffocating my thoughts
Which, like flying spheres of irradiate time
Have ordered my awareness of separation
From the intricate balance of the two
Triangular trees.
The sullen swerve of sky above
Separated from the virginity of God
Longing for the totality
Of merger with these
Green trees