Warrior

O beautiful sun
O pure cold air
the harp of the trees, green arms
no harm, shusshing sighing
breeze, rises to symphony
silver rivulets run

warrior prays, warrior raises hand
to the horizon, to the sky
to pockets of snow on the
mountain:  line of sight
green eyes

O beautiful blue
perfect cloud in lines
upward the road runs -
breathe-in the rushing wind
O cleansing breath

golden altar of the day
flowers obey, break the soil
purity of place
no toil
green and yellow holly
the birds at play

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