Your Song.
From poplar leaves aptly weeping
amber on evening
to the silver of rustling ripe wheat
You remember the key.
From life in new buds and wind\'s
fuelled influence
to dawn\'s entry in cleansed mien
You remember the secret.
From dew\'s cleansing sheen on wet
lawns to whitest
of feathers on swans\' regal necks
You remember the text.
From salmon\'s last determined leap
as matured breeder
to a queen bee in egg resplendence
You remember the spell.
From seasons\' composed abundance
of seed-reproduction
to organized planet maintenance
You ring the changes.
Your song, Oh Alchemist, draws all
together to form
its own echo in the chorus of nature
and You merit praise.