Place your hand gently upon the ground
And feel the murmur of the years
Roil and bubble and ferment and decay.
Spin the world like a top
And wobble over with the
Ecstasy of dizziness.
Line yourself up along the shore
And sink slightly with each
Bounding step in the edgewater.
Thread your mind through the beginning
Middle and end of the tree
Shading you on the fringe of the garden.