William E. Marks - Flowing Flute
Flowing waters fashion soils from stuff of stars <br /> as swirling cycles of atomic sun create seeds just for fun <br /> <br />All to grace our Earth with life born from strife and love <br /> rising from places dark in search of light from sky above <br /> <br />Thus the workings of fickle winds <br /> find themselves in forest home where woods stand tall <br /> <br />Caressing and embracing the trunks of trees <br /> while at play with branches set to random rhythmic sway <br /> <br />As lifted human eyes and hands reach for heights on high <br /> with titillating thoughts of serenading spirit sound <br /> <br />Through hollowed hallowed branch brought to breathing mouth <br /> to fill the void with vibration of new voice found<br /><br />William E. Marks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowing-flute/