The stream we share
with all flowing things
strums the sky
and rattles the air

drums jungles
while deserts sigh

shakes forests
as lakes leap up
and deep oceans fly.

Tides turn and terns reel
seasons roll round our wheel.

Leaves green down
to gold and brown
in silent currents
that crash and sing
the elements of everywhere
and every rippling thing.

Jim Gronvold
(from Oak Bones)