Wind rustles the dry brittle leaves
Like broad fabrics across the sky.
Nature presents itself in
Unique harmonies for ears of the moment.
Birds distant and far
Echoes in voices light years apart.
Songs resonate their music.
Distant boats speed past, leaving ripples, splashes,
and linear waves,
Sea songs of the here and now.
Our planet talks beneath the earth
In many languages
Empty except for itself.
I embrace the early silence
Overlapped with sound.
Poem and artwork, “Song of the Sun,” by Marsha Solomon