Ive come down from the skylike some damned ghost delayedtoo longTo the abandoned fieldsthe trees returned and grew.They stand and grow. Time comesTo them time goes the treesStand the only placeThey go is where they are.Those wholly patient onesThey do no wrong and theyAre beautiful. What moreCould we have thought to ask...I stand and wait for lightto open the dark night.I stand and wait for prayerto come and find me here. Sabbaths 2000 IX

The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass.