There are voices in the grass

And music spinning out notes

Invisible into the air as glass

With only the ash grey oaks

And cotton white clouds

As witness to an ordinary day

A sun-soaked extraordinary day

Where upon the ground we lay

And listen to leaves singing

With the breath of the wind

I see emerald and I see azure

And I see us between the two

Living in a place of quiet balance

In the world for a time

And grateful for it