Where flowers trumpet
From bases of the
Mother trees
And rolling waves of
Green leaf
Took form over emptiness
As singing percussions
Moved all in vibration
Like movement of
Crumbled earth
In the echo
of thunder
Twas the makers
And in threes their
Company was kept
Keeping the growth
The growing from
The ethers heart
In times falling rain
This world did birth anew
For worlds were but
Their children
To raise and
Entwine
To twist and
To lengthen
For light from their
Blinking repertoire
Gave all what is
And all that could be
Until
A crib did sit
And a clean child
Lay
From their feet
It sat
Adorned in a mist
Of celestial dust
And I knew I was beholden
To them
For it was I
That child
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