Surrounded by green,
The sudden sharp surprise
Of the river’s
Silky flow,
A sacred purge
While the skin
Tingles
And thoughts burst.
Fluent flowering;
Streaming bountiful
Riches
That man
In his vacant lust
Quells with
Dead-eyed
Festering
Rage.
Mingling with
Nature’s cathedral
Is to feel
That unity
Is not forged
On the saw
Of blind hatred,
But found
In a wood
Where the birds
Sing
In the dappled light
And life is good.