Listening for the spring early bird
stand in awe commune with your own heart
be still consider my meditation
the voice of thunder shake the whole earth
full of glory sitting upon the flood of many rivers lurking between hidden blank spots
dwelling in uncharted waters
found souring above what they scripted to be a fairy tale
have you heard the voice of the wind
the birth fangs of his arrival shake dust on the heads of men
while families crawl upon their belly's, please to meet you, hope you guess my name.
