Grass
No, I did not stop
the wind from
coming hastily
for our delicate dance
For centuries I have grown
mystic supporter of the earth
innocence evangelizing
as I root along with others
to sing of love and memory
of days when the wind
came to touch and feel
our thoughts
of drenched days
of love hugging
breeze and tempest
of meditating as owls
in the lonely nights
of keeping watch
at high-noon of fiery July
Libros Libertad 