Two trees bending,
Heads touching brows
Under starlight,
Sunrise,
Sunset,
Moonlight.

Beneath; a pool,
Swilling softly into peaks
Of undulating rhythms.

And save for swaying, nothing moves.
Nothing has to.
Sitting on its dewy banks,

Time dancing on tiptoes,
So as not to disturb the hush
Of sunsets watching silent souls sleeping.