as the prisms of daylight
enunciate the speech of the photons
breaking into
the language of the rainbows
above the resurfacing refractions
ocean reflections
inanimate things resonating
reverberations
the awakening of the eye
as the hollow tree holds me
in between the music sheets
in a harmonic slumber---
in awe of the flowers
blooming in the forest globes
as the throat of the ground
releases a gentle moan
reading the rustles of the leaves, dancing
in the blanket of the breeze
as if sailing amongst the subtle seas
