We are connected like the leaves
To something larger with strong roots
And it’s connected, it believes,
Which gives it hope to send out shoots.
And that’s connected. So it goes.
No need to question, ask what for.
Happiness: a rush that flows
And knows it need not ask for more.
While algae’s greening in the swamp And ogres in the forest romp, The villagers would have a dance, A masquerade, and take a chance Some ogre with a fairy might Pretend to waltz then start a fight. They’ve never liked each other much Although it’s heard they sometimes touch. It’s even heard they sometimes kiss! But I’d doubt all reports of this. It’s rumored that they even love. What can these fools be thinking of? The dance will give them roles to play. For some there might be words to say. It’s safe to meet behind disguise To look into each other’s eyes. Of course, they know what each has done, But from the present, who can run? We’ll have that dance, no matter what. Yes, worried folks will worry, but Tonight we’ll take a chance on change. Let something, somewhere rearrange, Then, whether they like it or not, They’ll get the love they’ve always got.
Blown-up detail, black on blue,
Stops the eye from looking through
To the blue-pink water-sky,
Cloudy bubbles rising high
Thrown like soft reality
Teasing, pleasing peacefully
As the day drops toward its end,
Lonely lover, faithful friend.