The wind sways the trees and leaves leaves
Swept swift in every direction
As the ever changing writ notes
Forms in various tunes and rhythm
It's like a river that quite flows
In the corners of rocks or stones
Serene yet goes and goes it drift
But there goes echoes plump outright
Both rushes to fall down in point
And waves in the flute of the world
Both in the melodies endpoint
Conclave beautiful in each swirled
The masterpiece paints in calmness
Without the pyramid of force
The love it brings is nothing less
Carved in the field of evermore
