In summer I meander
Aimless as the breeze
That entertains the clouds above
And sways the verdant trees

I find the clock is meaningless
The sun a better judge
Than hands that savor not the warmth
Yet spin through winter’s trudge

I spy upon the firefly
Dancing beacon in the dark
And try to read the stories
Told by each elusive spark

The song that fills both day and night
Unwritten symphony
Buoyant voice of living earth
Singing blue-skied melody


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