spice of all snapped, sappling shoots
and stretching skyward limbs;
the shade of shade
and the fuzz-moss carpet
where I lay my head this afternoon.
Sunlight waltzes amongst tree leaves,
with the summer hue
for the coming drops of cooling rain.
where I lie
half thunder, half sun
building cloud castles in the sky.
I am oak green,
sunken into waiting ground;
into the reedy, whispering sound.