In the long earth a spirit
breaks soil, casts a shadow.
Under majorelle skies. In these
windy daisy lands, I dance alone.
Sky larks sing to dry grass nests.
Their hymn, bright song, my muse.
Russet and green leaves applaud,
crown shakes in rapturous dance.
For the tree that moves,
remains a tree at heart .
©️ Dai Fry 7th July 2020.