I crown your drink, I cushion your rest, I gather in waves on the ocean’s crest. Light as air, yet seen by all, what am I that forms and falls?

A stalk, my cane. A tank, I’m bane. A child, untamed. . . until crash came.

Feather on the bird Bird in the egg Egg in the bird Bird in the nest Nest on the limb Limb on the

Where the rooster's crow does fly, A canvas vast and high, My eyes wander up with a sigh, At the endless azure pie.

Green slither I climb hither 'n thither over time. . Innumerable limbs spread to random whims up 'n through. . Wings sprout. Not to fly, But to air out. Stretch for sky.