The sound of water in the air
cools even summer sunlight,
as though the upland pasture
remembers oceans at this height
when even dirt and rocks were young
(warm-blooded life had just begun).
The breeze plays leaves in sweetest treble
and never tires of its long fable,
in counterpoint to human foible.



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