Get out of your head
And listen to the sound of the grass as she sways
One beast?
Covered in a pelt that stretches for days?
Or a thousand small clumps
Communing
The wind brings their conversation
From earth to ear
The human walking past
Suddenly tuning in
Hears
A longing for rain
Whish full pining for seeds
Left to go tumbling out on the breeze
The music
Of a million hollow reeds
Singing
An aria
There is a percussion when faced front on
That buffets my own ear drums
But if I turn to whom the grass serenades
The melody again kicks in
Is it my footfalls
Or is that the bass?
Bugs and crickets lying almost flat
Down near the dirt tumbling neath shoes
The grass is singing
A connection tune
Orchestral conductor
Swings into action
He will make use of anything
For the main attraction
The windmill
The chimes
The steel drum with hollowed out sides
It likes hollow things
The wind
Because only the
Empty
Can hear
It sing
