Sinuously changling green waves move

Snaking through the wind blown grass

Egrets rise in white winged trove

Against cumulus cloud alabaster glass

Winds whisper through the gnarled live oaks

Arcane sagas songs long withheld 

Now known for here the silence stokes

Senses tuning to grasp this ancient veld

Time here has lost its human sway

The drum silent the drummer lost

In timeless ponderings of this day

Of wind and cloud grass and thought