the clever sun is caught between the leaves of elm and spruce, the gentle wind is springing forth a gospel all anew:
join your graceful hand in mind, and with our fingers weave a flag jump up & rejoice with me! delight consumes death's vacancy! the joy your bearded face reflects makes despair and greed look circumspect! when two or more are gathered here, where breeze and birdsong bans all fears, the best of man & best of beast, reveals themselves as the truth beneath!
darling, let us dance as ribbons do!