Listen to what they say when the wind moves,
the trees, taller than houses,
and the swamp grasses, taller than men:
Life thrives for this instant.
People dizzy themselves with words,
as the insects buzz.
Sticky life flows through your veins,
as it does through ours.
Dry death and decay
lie beneath new green stems.
We will breathe in and out,
we will move with the wind
as long as the sun rises and sets.