a carbon neutral poem
is written on the wind
whispered in the air

the sound of it
Is occasionally heard
by those listening with intent
enveloped
in their surroundings

spoken by trees
sung by birds
of every colour and hue
an occasional word
is noted
repeated
before
being carried away
on rustling leaves

laments are made
to lost wisdom
to authors unknown
who eschewed celebrity

but its rhythm
its metre
is observed
by those blessed
to stand in places
where murmur
sigh
and echoes
combine
where
starlings swirl
in dusk light dance
where
nocturnal flights unseen
disturb the air
and where no pen
no religion
no philiosphy
can claim its truth

Copyright a Shyvicar November 2021