Somewhere silent now in a shushed swamp
where the lily pads run parallel to the pier
and it feels almost like the woods is watching
everything quietly breathing, looking leer
and the mangroves look a little like belfries
and the birds are up there, ringing the bells
in their throats, calling all the frogs to church
to sing choir for the lord
And they don\'t convene at morning, not that early
they hold their mass at evening, when the shadows get long and curly
that\'s why the swamp\'s so noisy, right around that time, see,
since the mire\'s full of lively.