Silky from the vast plain

the forest and its vastness

every kind of tree

creating from the blue skies

a resplendent canopy

Below an engaging wilderness

a cacophony of sound
great multitudes are moving

All  over the ground

existence is remarkable

the physical attain

A gloriousness from heaven

wherein a golden flame

And  there wrapped in the forest

a Silky

Essential too

Moving very slowly

Doing  what Silkies do

clinging to a branch on high

creative originality

an Anteater with pink hands

as secretive as it could be

a supreme being

tested by the storms

whose constancy

is up there with the demons

the thunder and the rain

a trillion icy waterfalls

a mystical refrain

we see the rivers rising

great torrents crash and drive

and many small souls desperate

trying to survive

and the Silky

as a feather,  clutches for all his worth

hopeful to survive the storm

and continue his life on earth.