Wind blows through shimmering trees, blossom flies up to the sky with the bees. freshly cut grass makes you sneeze, children playing with dirty knees trees turn green for as far as the eye can see.
Birds pick at insects and worms before departing on isotherms. the wind lifts them to the sky on their wings, carrying food and shiny things, to their nest where babies sing.
Blow the clouds across the sky, where aeroplanes fly. Look at the shapes floating way up high, soon, this beautiful day will be done and the night will be nigh.
Rhythm of the Ink 