Blue, blue and green :
	And the grass blows in the wind.
	and the gusty, gale force wind
			in the wisps of wistful grass -
				for a while there anyway.
		The stirring sky to tease
		and tilt the trees -
			sends seeds dispersing sparse,
				for a mile there far away.
		Flying by providential seas,
		the green growths do appease -
			sink-sprinkling into the mountain's vase.
				The pour a smile to keep thirst's despair at bay.

Riverine, river in ravine:
	And the water flows with rest in mind,
	a way to wind, down the chequer-lined
			obliging mountain pass.
				The gorge atile for rainfall rare to pay.
		The swirling stream to seize
		the bank's debris -
			rends silt down to the valley vast.
				For, as a file, the waters wear away.
		Flowing by, the branching sprees
		sporophytes do please -
			engulfing roots as dark does stars.
				For with guile, roots lure the waters from their bed of clay.

Concepts, concepts crystal clean:
	And every other goes with a tail that lags behind.
	And tailing close behind
			is quite a different class.
				They forge an aisle through air, then lay.
		With such effortless grace and ease,
		for unopposing is the hillside breeze -
			to the concepts that fall free and fast.
				For denial of the wind, they dare not to stray.
		Composing crystal keys
		into mountain-melodies -
			tink-twinkling as glittering glass.
				For a smile, a prayer they pray.

Blue, blue and green
	And a flag blows in the wind,
	flag-pole into the foreground pinned.
			a symbol of the mountain, sky, sea and grass.

And the wind-blue - through green.