The sky is full of storm,
As I retire for the night,
listening to the dense wind blow.
The rain begins to tap the house.
This past summer
the trees were buzzing with ghosts.
And there on the edges of reality
a fiery noise did grow.
The noise is unquiet.
Listen as the coyotes howl…
Praise to those that can hear
the powerful song of beauty.
Beware to those
who do not recognize anything.
The beauty of the wilderness
is beating inside me.
Scenes from an ancient ponderosa forest
flower in dreams, deep at night.
These dreams radiate with the glow
of black sun and turquoise sky.
Wind dashes through the pines
like white water rapids.
The sound is strong, listen.
Love the beauty.
For whatever may come,
be ready!