Crazy? No, Beautiful.
A hive? No five!
In banks of weed and flax
I lie hidden in the reed
watching the birds flutter over,
chirping melodies of a world without limits.
Fireflies glint in the dusky sky.
The prince frog croaks, crickets chirp, bats squeak,
and wolves howl as branches creak in the wind.
I stand and dance to nature’s evening symphony
A pointed toe,
arms high grace the air,
a spin, a leap,
Bickering tongues recede
Zealously annihilated by thunderous compelling arguments.
Can you hear me?