Waves of waving purples and yellows,
        singing chimes upon my eyes,
        yellow purple symbiotic spectra.

        Blue bells flowing,
        the sounds of growing.

        Fragrant fertility flowering my imagination,
        vines and vinyards--life clinging to life.

        Canopies of greens,
        painted on a blue canvas.
        Fallen trees--fertile ground,
        rotting life to living death.

        Clouds appearing through the green,
        disappearing through the green.
        The power of cumulonimbus,
        the permanence of high cirrus.

        Birds and songs, birdsongs,
        life calling to life.

        Honeysuckle, honey bee,
        sensuous sucking stingers,
        sweet sugar of life.

        Spiders web,
        life catching life,
        death preserving life.

        Wood winds,
        leaves talking in the winds,
        symphonies of green,
        kinesthetic kaleidoscopes.

        Dead leaves,
        live leaves,
        death passing into life.

        Blossoms blooming,
        seeds sowing,
        spring springing.

        Scitos skimming,
        blood to blood,
        life to life.

        Fields of flower,
        waves of color.

        Birds soaring on the solar wind,
        seeds soaring on the solar soil,
        my soul soaring to the sun.

        Purple yellows on a canvas green.
        Bird's nest, woman's womb.

        Green reeds, red reeds,
        green life, red life;
        transformations, translations, translocations;
        trans, trans, transit birth,
        life, and death;
        transit earth, planets, sun;
        galaxies and universe;
        Oh immortal Soul.

        Water, muddy water,
        blood, bloody water,
        mud and blood in my heart.

        Fire of sun, fire of ants, fire my soul
        heart shaped leaves fed by vesseled vines,
        canopies of life fed by floors of death.
        Sun of life, shades of death.
        Explosions of spring, springing to my mind.

        Spanish mosses motioning Chinese chimes,
        swinging in my life, rhythms of the universe,
        beating to my soul.

        The wasps love dead wood,
        the wasps eat dead wood.