nature fugue

 sun glint;these stepping stones

these azure bow and arrows

these bones rising from flame

these iron bounds

these summer sounds

of birds twinkling

these long hours

perciving naught but

a memory stapled

shut; twilight eyes

monolith brows cut

our stories out

those who stand 

high higher up

then those in

command of there 

own wood ship

will fall down

and lose there

grip;but nature

nature

made man