he sees the future
as he stands at a highpoint
he waits patiently
what he sees is what
he claims his own; what dreams
may come to be real?
she whispers into
the many ears of the wind
what fun we shall have
nevermind that a
dark storm is brewing
trees destined to fall this night
courageous ones too
wind tickling, darting
among moss draped pines, childlike
attentive at play
waiting for the word
from God to remind us all
we're all connected
so honor the clan
rock, tree, bird, and also man
within the circle
ask not to be set
apart, even when you choose
to live more alone
