The universe breathes
Through branches and leaves
In a forest of trees
With the quiet of sound
Our aches and despair
Is our living here’s fare
When we move unaware
Of the fire in the ground
Each moment we hold
The glimmers of gold
Fail not to be bold
Greater mercies abound
The light is our source
We must plot our due course
With strength to enforce
Inner flame tightly wound
Poetry and Verse 