...And under the trees, beyond time's brittle drift,
I stood like Adam in his lonely garden
On that first morning, shaken out of sleep,
Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves,
Like tissue on some vast, incredible gift.
I awake today to a cold day - the day's work before me when I'd rather roam under the trees listening to the random song of life. So I step out under the stars and circle once, as if in the center of a gentle whirlpool of a lake's womb, thanking Eve, the mother of us all.
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