The center of the song

Recall the middle of the tone

when opposites reveled in heaven

on earth?



And those early peeks of mountains

were like shoots of bamboo scouting

for the best spot into the dew.



And then time took them into clouds

far above man's lungs allowed them.



These were the marks that are the center

of the graceful monument's that beat

in our chest.



Sensing and breath in vapors, clear

the thought's and branch out like

the Squoia's, that the Native American

gave thanks to the "Great Father" for.