A Little More Perfection

Sunlight, then rainfall, then sunlight again.
Around and around go the green leafy moments.
Around and around go the birdsong days
with their blue skies and drifting clouds,
the flowering weeks, the bright currency of
lunar cycles, the slowly spiralling seasons.

Everything moves in an endless circle —
everything sways to its own wild music,
to the earth's slowly turning rhythm below.
Listen for pipes in the wildwood, for the
rhythm of dancing feet, of hooves and paws,
for the song of the Grosbeak in Springtime,
for the laughter of clear running streams.
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