The Green Deep

On dappled hills in sunlit valleys

dwell the ancient oak trees

rising up from the rich loam

they are crowned with emerald green leaves that rustle in

tune with the gentle wind

their roots sunk deep to drink

from the bosom of the earth

quietly they grow for eons and eons

Blue sky covered with grey clouds

heavy with rain

dark, angry, ominous, they rumble from above

the air is sharp with electricity and the smell of ozone

suddenly . . . drop

rain spills in great torrents

washing away the city's grey

Vast blue sky mirrored by the

vast blue ocean

windswept waves travel across

the seemingly infinite aqua surface

sink deep into the darkness

what mysteries are there yet to unfold?