Drifting still through forest breeze,
Airy seeds float in the trees,
Locomoting, bending knees,
Sights of sound, nature at ease,
Cycling ’round limbs, over leaves.
Then revealed a lonely flower,
Rising up and gaining power,
Caught there in its own sunshower.
Purple topped, lovely green tower,
Captured here within this hour.
Sweeping round this tight wound turn
Flying up, just off the stern
While my breathing starts to burn,
Bluejay diving for a worm.
Filling stomach, bubble, churn.
As we cycle by,
Feeling just so right,
Spirit burning bright,
Pushing through the sight,
As day gives into night.