To halt the freeze of night Green canopy, bright sigh Discovery begun Below the surface top Soft layer, long season small This covering warm sun
Green mountain peak So hard to see Green summit sweep So far from Cedar Heights
The breathing fire in heavy sigh The silent time before the eyes
Tree rings say, “Nice decay.”
Tall silent dripping trees It’s humid near Wet Sea Find bright display of birds To change appearance breeze On thousand quaking leaves Lush forest of the slope
Dig the roots in sand and mangrove shy Unseen Land found here Beneath bright sky